Chapter 24 – Aline
Chapter Twenty-Four
Aline
T ime is hazy.
I moan into Atlas’s chest as Malice kisses over my shoulder. My poor orc is trapped to the mattress, but his cock is so hard it’s all I can process. Well, that and Malice’s shadow. He’s spent an undetermined amount of time working me up to taking it and Atlas.
“Clench just like that,” Atlas growls. “I’m going to breed you full of my cum.”
I scratch at his shoulders, nodding my agreement.
“Not just yet,” Malice says against my shoulder. “I’d like to get in on this action. It’ll be my first real threesome.”
“I assure you, the cave counted,” I moan.
“First threesome with you taking two cocks up that slippery little pussy.” Malice bites my shoulder, wrapping an arm between me and Atlas. He pulls me up, tilting my mouth to his. “Can I fuck you too?”
My entire body shivers as he retracts his shadow from my sex. It becomes undeniably easier to breathe, but I miss that feeling that came as I was sure they’d rip me in half.
“You can try,” I agree.
Atlas curses under his breath. “I suggest you be exceptionally fucking careful with my flame. Otherwise, I’ll cut off your cock.”
“Atlas gives undeniable Daddy energy, doesn’t he, kitten?” Malice laughs, shoving me down against Atlas’s chest. “She’s my mate too. I’d never hurt her just to feel pleasure.”
“I trust you,” I tell him before kissing my orc. The sentiment behind his statement is what matters, and the point was very sweet. It makes me melty inside.
“Rise up a bit,” Atlas suggests, gripping my hips and pulling me higher on his shaft.
Malice sinks two fingers inside me, but I’m pretty well soaked in a combination of mine and Atlas’s cum. He pulls them out, teasing them around his crown. “You should distract her.”
“Gladly.” Atlas shoves his tongue in my mouth.
Malice’s hands tease over the globes of my ass as he pulls me apart. I’m already achy and desperate to come again. Atlas licks over Malice’s bond mark, palming the back of my head, and my clit pulses with need.
Malice grunts as he thrusts inside me, and my entire world seems to tilt. “Oh fuck,” he hisses, pulling my hips even farther apart. “Are you okay? Want me to pull out?”
My head shakes yes and then no to answer both parts of that question. Malice only has the head inside me, but with half of Atlas’s shaft, it’s intense as hell. The slight burning ache slowly melts into an extreme need to be fucked into oblivion.
“Please,” I beg breathily.
Atlas slides a hand between us, pinching my clit. “Move,” he growls.
My system thinks he’s talking to me, and I roll my hips to the best of my ability. It sinks them both deeper inside my aching sex.
“That’s un-fucking-real,” Atlas snarls. “Tell me that you’re good.”
I nod, trying to formulate words, but it feels practically impossible. “So good,” I finally manage.
“That’s it. Relax, and let me fuck your world up,” Malice says, pulling out and thrusting back in. It doesn’t take long before all three of our gasping, breathy groans fill the air. “Yeah, that’s weird. Your ridges are massaging my dick. On the bright side, kitten, you take two cocks like a champ.”
I raise a hand, flipping my nightmare off. He slaps my ass, and it makes my womb quiver. I don’t give a shit if it’s impossible, because it happens.
My body tingles and tightens as Atlas bounces his thumb against my clit. He’s been pretty teasing with his strokes, only grazing enough to give minimal pressure before pulling back again.
“I’m close,” Malice warns, slapping his right hand against my ass. His shaft pulses, swelling even larger, and even I can’t tell if I moan in pleasure or pain.
Both.
It’s absolutely both.
Embarrassing sounds spill from my lips as they stretch me to capacity.
“You can take both of our cum at once,” Atlas says before shoving his tongue in my mouth. He begins to work my clit with purpose, and I flail.
Malice chuckles. “I wish I could kiss you right now. I guess I’ll settle for painting your pussy with my seed.”
“Make that two of us,” Atlas snarls. “Keep wiggling your hips like that and it’ll be... Aww, fuck.”
My stomach coils with desire and need, but as they both swell, ready to explode, I’m hit with their emotions in the bond. It sends me tumbling over the edge into an orgasm so intense my vision goes spotty. I sob, begging against Atlas’s sweaty chest as my pussy milks both their lengths.
My magic hums in delight as their sounds fill the air. I’m sure I’m a moaning, demanding mess too. But all I feel is pure fucking contentment, until I’m slammed with unbelievable exhaustion like I’ve never felt.
I wake up sweaty. I’m lodged between Malice and Atlas, but I need to pee and check on Silence and Hex. They’re trapped in an unfamiliar home, and I’m sure they heard every bit of what happened this morning.
I crawl down the bed and manifest one of my favorite dresses. It’s pale pink and the same material T-shirts are made of. I love it. I visit the bathroom and clean up as well as possible before heading downstairs.
Hex sits in the same chair he was in last night. His feet rest on the coffee table, and his arms are crossed over his chest. He looks peaceful as he sleeps, but I really need to touch him.
My toes dance against the carpet.
He needs sleep, all of us do, but I also really want him to wrap his arms around me and cuddle me. I’ve never been particularly needy for snuggles. It’s likely the quickening, but it doesn’t change the fact I feel like I might burst into tears if I don’t get to touch him right now.
I wander closer, because he looks really comfortable. I think it would be nice to bury my face in his throat and just breathe him in.
Hex jolts as I come to kneel over him, but a lazy smile breaks out a second later. “Hey,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep.
My stomach flip-flops as I cuddle even closer. It’s important I remove all space from between us.
“I’m sorry to wake you. I just need to touch you.” My face roots around his shoulder as his arms wrap firmly around me. It’s absolutely heavenly. His chest rumbles with a low, vibrating purr and my heart melts.
“Cuddle away, sweetheart.”
I nod, wrapping my arms under his. I breathe him in, reveling in the sound of his purr. At some point, biology takes over and I promptly fall back to sleep.
I wake up drooling on Hex’s chest, but it’s the loud banging on the door that makes me groan.
I sigh, pushing myself up as Hex grunts, making a grab for my hips. I stagger toward the door and do a double take when it’s Bane holding Veryn’s hand.
“Ali, I knew he didn’t killed you,” Veryn says, chucking himself at my knees.
Hex’s warmth frames my back as I bend down, and Veryn climbs up, squeezing my neck and nuzzling his face to mine. I cradle him closer in return. Kids really do have a way of brightening everything.
“I told you I’d never harm her,” Malice says in a jovial tone. “But you were supposed to keep our mission covert.”
“I don’t know what that means.” Veryn kisses my cheek. “But I’m glad you’re okay. There’s a wyvern sleeping in our courtyard.” It takes me a moment to realize exactly what he said. His small head bobbles. “Oh, and I gotta pee.”
Bane opens his mouth, but Malice siphons over, grabbing Veryn from my arms. “Still haven’t gotten the hang of it?”
“Nah, Mom still makes me sit.” Veryn crosses his arms over his chest like he’s truly exasperated by the fact.
“No one wants to clean pee off the floor, kid. Not even your mom.” Bane laughs, swiping his hand through Veryn’s hair.
“Come on, we’ll find a tree, and I’ll teach you how to keep from pissing on your shoes.” Malice takes a step toward the door but spins back around, kissing my cheek. “Good morning, kitten.”
“Her name is Ali,” Veryn says, fluttering his wings as his face scrunches in disgust. “And she’s not a shifter.”
“I know, but she’s ‘kitten’ to me.” Malice heads out the door with the wiggly Veryn in his arms.
My system is very fond of seeing him holding a child. It makes my knees a little weak to imagine him doing the same for our kids one day.
Hex’s hold tightens around my middle, drawing me out of my thoughts. He pulls me closer to the side, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Banyan Oxtari. What the fuck are you doing in Haven?”
“Why is the nightmare teaching my kid to pee on Mrs. Segar’s oak tree?” Charity approaches with her hands on her hips.
“Because of the sitting down to pee rule,” Bane says, extending an arm to Charity. She gives him the meanest look I’ve ever seen on her face, sidestepping his touch.
“Again,” Hex says. “Why are you here?” He jabs a finger at Bane, who, I guess, is also known as Banyan.
“He’s here because he decided to come clean with some information this morning, and it involves you.” Charity stares straight at me.
“I’ll bet it does,” Hex growls, holding me even closer. He gets very near to my ear before continuing. “He’s one of the top assassins in the dragon court. I didn’t even know he was in the human realm, but he’s known for his brutal efficiency and unwillingness to call a job until it’s complete.”
Bane grimaces, clearly having heard what Hex said. “Yes, well, that was the case prior to my last assignment.”
I swallow thickly, my eyes bouncing between Charity and Bane. “And I’m that assignment?”
Bane crosses his arms over his chest, giving a clipped nod. “Yes, the trackers had been unsuccessful, so Queen Aryndia made a deal for my services. However, I met my mate.” He gestures at Charity, who scoffs. “As such, I abandoned the assignment and took up residency in Haven.”
“My sister is queen?” Silence’s memory or nightmare that fed Malice replays in my mind.
At the very least, it’s a good thing that she’s okay.
Otherwise, all that I sacrificed to keep her alive would mean nothing.
“Do you intend to turn me over to the court?” My hand slides down Hex’s side as I hold on to him for dear life.