Chapter 51
fifty-one
Dair’s answering rumble sounds dangerous. When my eyes leap to his, he cocks a dark brow. “Trust me, little dove?”
Weeks ago, I would have lied. Or said, “Heck no.” Now?
My fervent nod takes a bit of the edge off his scent. His chest drops back into a deep purr. “That’s my girl. C’mere.”
Three sets of strong hands grasp my bare body, turning me… to the side? I automatically reach out with my right hand, gripping the solid frame of the throne as Asher slings my knee over his left shoulder.
Putting his face right between my thighs.
He doesn’t wait even half a breath before diving for me with a snarl that sends slick dribbling down his chin. The prince moans, lapping it off my spread lips and tracing it to the source. He flicks his tongue against the trembling muscles pulsing for more, eliciting a cry that echoes through the huge room.
“ Louder .”
Dair’s command is the last word he snaps out before he joins Asher between my legs, gently scraping his teeth over the very bottom of my ass until I shiver, drenching our pack leader again.
Bast watches with sparkling eyes, stretching out to offer his shoulder for my other hand. I grip his warm, chiseled flesh, moaning when his mouth meets mine.
He bites at my lips, sucking my tongue. Kissing me so deeply, I don’t notice what Dair is up to until?—
Ah!
Slippery heat rims the tight hole between my cheeks, mimicking the sensation lapping at my pussy. When they both plunge into me simultaneously, I gasp around Bast’s savage kisses.
He purrs louder, his cut chest vibrating against my nipples. More slick pours out of my body, earning a hungry growl from my prince and a ragged groan from my duke. My clit throbs, begging for relief from their onslaught.
“It’s not a dream,” Bast murmurs, our lips still brushing. “Or a wish. We’re here , Ivy. All yours. Do you feel it?”
Half-replies stammer out of me, all incoherent. Dair pauses to nip one of the round curves in his hands, leaving a bruise behind before he goes back to consuming me. Bast’s hand slides from my cheek down to my chest, pressing between my breasts. His gaze flickers, determination steeling his ocean irises as his mouth quirks up.
“Oh, princess,” he sighs. “You might want to hold on to your throne.”
My fingers tighten on the frame as he slips back to his knees… angling his face near my belly and?—
Oh God!
Paying no mind to how close he and Asher get, Bast seals his mouth over the throbbing bundle at the top of my slit. His tongue loops in slow circles, hunting for the spot that makes me shake. He finds it, then sucks at the rough patch there. Muscles low in my abdomen clench along with my thighs.
“Bast! Ah! Please!”
He hums, smug but sweet. Giving me more. The prince snarls, but the possessive sound only spreads the fire licking at my blood.
Never one to be outdone, Dair adds his finger to my ass, sliding it into me until he bumps the new spot they’ve been teaching me about. Another pleasure center that will want attention during my heat.
He nudges it in languid circles that match Bast’s. Asher lets them go slowly, picking up his pace so the plunges of his tongue glide in and out of my core faster, curling up into the place that aches for a knot on every pass.
The motion is almost demanding. That’s right , it says. Use me harder .
When my hips start to churn, he moans his approval, the veins in his hands bulging as he grips my body and encourages its desperate rolls. Bast adds his own brawny hands, each of them urging me on until I’m riding all three of their mouths at once.
My jaw drops as I gaze down at them, memorizing the sight of the three most powerful men in the palace on their knees. Letting me use them. Ride them. Drown them in my slick and need until—until?—
A dizzy rush flutters over my body. Every nerve crackles and pops, release bursting through me in a series of spasms.
All three of them growl against my slippery skin. Rough and desperate and proud.
That last one—their pure, absolute masculine pride —is what does me in. Their approval and delight sink into my center.
And I hear myself make a demand .
“ More .”
Asher lunges .
Lifting me off the seat I’m half-kneeling on and whirling us around. The room blots into a cosmic blur of pastel blue and silver moonlight. His skin matches that celestial paleness, shimmering when a beam slants over his body as it sprawls underneath mine.
The way he balances me in his lap is new for us. We’ve tried a bunch of different positions, but I normally wind up cocooned in his arms, gazing up at his beloved face.
Now, I’m straddling his powerful thighs with his cock carving into the space in front of my pussy. He’s sitting on the throne, but his posture is loose, his legs kicked out straight.
He doesn’t look like a ruler. He looks… like he’s waiting. For orders.
Bast rubs a reassuring hand down my back while Dair stays on his knees, kissing a path up my right leg to gently bite at my hip.
Fresh slick bathes the prince’s lap. His hazel eyes gleam as he reaches up and touches my hair.
No—my crown .
I’d forgotten about the priceless tiara fastened into my hairdo. But Asher gazes at it—at me , wearing it—like he’s never seen anything so beautiful.
His touch trails over my temple, down to my lips. Asher frees the lower one from my teeth, pausing to stroke his thumb along the bitten curve until I tremble. He gives me that small, secret smile I know no one else has ever gotten.
Pure love saturates Ash’s face, beaming from his eyes to mine as he finally says the words I’ve imagined this whole time.
“Use me,” he husks. “My queen.”
Dair steps closer to my back, his crisp scent tickling my lungs as his hands clasp my hips, lifting me into position.
Asher’s so long, my knees nearly leave the velvet cushion when Dair cants my hips slightly. Bast guides my hands to Asher’s wide shoulders. The first inch of his cock sinks into my heat, spreading my slick opening around his girth.
I keen, my head dropping back to Dair’s chest. He purrs, rubbing his own hardness against my bare ass. My legs quiver, lowering me onto Asher as he groans.
Feeling him stretch the muscles screaming for a knot nearly makes me come again. When Bast’s delicious sweetness thickens from the sound that scrapes out of me, I whine his name without thought.
They don’t let me feel embarrassed. Bast rounds the throne to face me, and Dair slides his hand around my neck, squeezing tenderly. His voice is somehow rough and soft at once as he praises, “Good fucking girl, telling us what you need.”
He trails his inked fingers down my spine before reaching lower, gathering wetness from the place that gushes around Asher. “You gonna get slick all over this damn throne? Use your alpha to get off?”
I nod, moaning louder. Riding Asher faster. Turning to Bast for?—
He sees the way I eye his straining cock. A growl melds with his purr. “It’s yours,” he tells me, stepping as close as he can. Flashing the pure, true grin I can’t resist. “I’ll keep your crown balanced for you, princess.”
The teasing edge of his tone does me in. I lurch forward, sucking his smooth hardness into my mouth. Bast chokes, but keeps his word, easing his fingers into my hair and keeping the tiara in place as I start sliding my lips up and down his shaft, pumping my hips into Asher’s at the same pace.
My prince grits his teeth, doing everything he can to hold himself in check while I ride his pulsing cock, teasing the top of his knot with every plunge. Using it to rub the bottom of my clit.
Dair hovers behind me, skating his right hand around my body to tease the throbbing nub grinding on Asher’s swollen skin. Never touching directly, just making sure I keep pouring slick all over his packmate’s lap. The cushion of the throne. And Dair’s other hand…
Oh!
It makes sense when he suddenly rims two wet fingers along my back hole. Gliding them in. Rubbing at the thin wall separating their heat from Asher’s.
We both shout—my voice climbing higher while the prince’s bottoms into a bellow.
Dair’s answering chuckle is a dark, wicked sound. His free hand finds my throat, teasing Bast’s length, too. My blond alpha pants, trying to slow his thrusts into my mouth.
I don’t let him, chasing the taste of his pre-cum like I’ll starve without it. The flavor lights up every receptor in my brain, all of them chanting for more. More. More .
Dair bends forward to whisper in my ear, reading my greedy thoughts. “You want all of us? I’ll fill this tight ass and let you use my cock too, baby. All you have to do is tell me?—”
“Now,” I beg, pulling off Bast to snap out the word. “ Now!”
Dair answers with a snarl so salacious, my pussy flutters around Asher. He moans, letting his body buck into mine faster.
Bast copies his pace, and Dair coats his cock with my slick, gathering extra from my soaked thighs and making sure there’s no friction between us as he starts to take me where no one ever has.
If I could think, I’m sure I’d be surprised by how unconcerned I am. My Omega and I both know this alpha would never hurt us. We both?—
Dair’s voice is low and reverent. Marveling. “You trust me, don’t you, baby?” he asks, nuzzling the back of my head. “Fuck, I love that. Tell me if this is too much, okay?”
Lord, he’s scorching .
A pulsing shaft of heat massages the secret spot he found in slow slides. I ride Asher harder, pounding his thickness into all the aching need pulling my pussy tighter and tighter.
Bast’s fingers tug at the roots of my hair, his chest rumbling on a deep groan. “ Ivyyyyy . Can I come for you, princess? Please ?”
I nod so hard I nearly gag, swallowing as much of his length as I can. Dair’s thumb strokes at the pulse in my throat, helping me suck the cum out of Bast with rhythmic squeezes of his fingers. Sebastian shouts, jetting warm, thick washes of his perfect flavor into my throat. All over my tongue.
The taste of him starts a chain reaction. My core clamps around Asher. He roars at the ceiling, his back arching as he releases a gushing torrent as deep as he can get. Dair feels it and snaps his hips harder, burying his cock in my body and his teeth along the curve of my shoulder, drawing me back with the tattooed hand at my throat.
The world blurs into pure gold. Molten and shining to watch the way my nerves sing, then sigh as I sob.
The duke pulls out slowly, his touch softening as he frames my hips and gently guides them in a circle. With a firm push, he pops Asher’s knot into me. The prince and I both cry out, his arms flying up to crush me to his heaving chest while we both come again, our initial climaxes bleeding into seconds.
Panting, Ash purrs deeply; the sound edged with the purest satisfaction. He kisses my forehead and rests his cheek there, closing his eyes in contentment.
Once again, making his point.
I just had him on his throne . I made demands , took whatever I wanted, and decided when we were done. I soaked slick all over the crown prince and the literal seat of his power.
And he loved it.
He loves me .
The others haven’t told me yet, but right now, it feels like they do. Especially when Bast pets my hair into place, adjusting the crown he made sure I didn’t lose.
Dair rests his hands on my shoulders, carefully working the muscles that just had all their strength sapped. “Stay,” he rasps, the plea so stark and simple, it turns my head.
Dark eyes glitter in the shadows. “Stay,” he says again, making the offer they’ve been hinting at all evening. “Be our mate. Bond with us.”
“Please,” Asher adds, so quiet I know the word is just for me.
Bast continues stroking my hair, his blue eyes burning with entreaty. “We can do it any way you want,” he says, speaking in a rush. “Big bonding ceremony. Privately, in your nest. Here and now. Next year. We’ll do whatever feels right to you. Because you’re what feels right to us . We don’t make sense without you. We never did. So…”
He blows out a deep breath. “So stay ,” he begs. “I know all this seems like a dream to you. And maybe it is, but… you deserve the dream, Ivy.”
Tears gather in my eyes as he swallows. Dair steps in, boring those dark eyes into mine. “Just stay here with me, baby,” he beseeches. “Keep forgiving me and trusting me. Let me keep earning both.”
My heart aches, emotion finally spilling down my face when Asher cups my chin and turns me to face him.
“Be our queen,” he whispers. “Because you’ve always been the center of my whole damn universe. But now you’re the center of ours .”