Arkan’s pupils blow wide. “Oh, our omega is going to be so much fun.”
Callum chuckles behind me. “Told you.”
“When does your knot go down?” Arkan asks, still staring at me.
“Soon.” Callum shifts slightly, and I whimper at the sensation. “Then she’s all yours, brother. Just try not to hog our mate.”
“No promises.” Arkan pulls his thumb from my mouth, dragging it down my chin, my throat.
The bond in my chest flares…that same golden warmth, but different. Stronger now. Two threads instead of one.
“I can really feel you both,” I whisper, incredulous. I feel so good, so warm, content. Like nothing I ever experienced.
Arkan’s hum drops to a growl.
Another crash comes from the hallway. Closer.
“He’s going to be… intense,” Callum says with a wicked smirk.
“He’s going to be feral,” Arkan corrects. He looks at me. “Where are your private chambers?”
I can barely think. Can barely speak. All I feel is heat, pleasure, need, hunger for these alphas…
“Down the hall. To the right. Third door…”
Callum’s knot finally starts to soften. I feel him begin to slip out of me, and instantly mourn the loss, whining, clamping around him.
“Easy, little one,” Callum murmurs against my temple. “Arkan’s going to take care of you now.”
Callum pulls out and I feel his cum leak. Hot and thick, sliding down my thighs. I should be disgusted. Instead, I’m empty and aching and desperate to be filled again.
Arkan stands, reaching for me. Callum helps lift me, transferring me to Arkan’s arms like I weigh fucking nothing.
“My court…” I start weakly.
“We’ll tell them to stay clear of the Queen’s chambers for the next few days.”
“D… days?” My eyes bug out.
“At least.” He starts walking toward the doors. “We have a lot ofclaiming to do, omega.”
We pass the hallway and I see the destruction. Broken furniture. Dented armor. Guards sitting against the walls, looking dazed.
Callum follows behind us. I feel both of them through the bond. Their possessiveness, their fucking hunger for me.
Another howl echoes through the castle. And stone cracks somewhere.
“Baylin’s getting close,” Callum observes.
Arkan picks up the pace, carrying me toward my chambers while behind us, something very large and very angry tears through my castle.
And the craziest part in all this is that I can’t wait to meet him… Hilda, you fucking crazy bitch…
Arkan kicks open my chamber door and carries me inside. My massive bed dominates the space. The same bed I’ve slept in alone for years. But not anymore, apparently.
He lays me on the bed and I get a good look at him. Dark hair, intense eyes, scars crisscrossing his arms and chest…visible where his shirt is open. Powerful and dangerous and mine.
Mine? Oh, God… what am I thinking?!
