Chapter 41 Malice
MALICE
Following the Wolf and his Princess up the stairs of the Royal Village, Malice is practically buzzing.
His cock is still rock-hard and straining against his zipper.
He fruitlessly attempts to adjust it again, earning a slight laugh from the Wolf.
The walk back feels like miles, but Aerin’s continuous smirks over her shoulder and skip in her step coaxes the fire inside of him.
“Shut up,” Malice grumbles.
This only makes Emrys laugh harder, perhaps the drinks going to his head.
Though Malice kept a close eye on him and knows Emrys isn’t intoxicated.
They both knew what was bound to happen tonight.
They both, on some level, knew it was only a matter of time before Aerin came out and asked them for what she wants.
With the lethal combination of a long day, Pixie Dust, and alcohol, Malice is surprised she made it as long as she did.
But Gods, the way she submitted to him was perfect. He couldn’t have dreamed up the look on her face. Now he’ll never scrub it from his mind, along with whatever else this night has in store. He’s well past his breaking point, there is no use in going back now. Reikan hums in agreement.
Aerin’s submission is not a surprise to Malice; he has known all along that she would submit to him eventually.
It isn’t even Emrys’s submission that surprises him; the Wolf is like an unmoored buoy, desperate for a tether.
But rather, it’s Malice’s own excitement at the prospect of both of them that surprises him.
Malice is no stranger to sharing, at a minimum with Reikan, but something about being part Dragon always drives him to hoard his prizes. Yet, he is less repulsed with the idea of sharing Aerin with Emrys than some random Shifter, or Gods forbid that irritatingly smug Fae Prince.
Malice feels that he knows Emrys now. Trusts him, to some extent. At least trusts that he will never harm Aerin. And with the Wolf’s submission, Malice can keep control of the situation.
When they stumble into their room, Aerin is already kissing Emrys, his long arms wrapped around her.
In here, Malice lets the dark part of him, the dark part of the bond, out.
That thing that has been dying to get its hands on Aerin since the moment he saw her, glowing like the sun in Tower 77 all those months ago.
Wrapping his fist in Aerin’s long hair Malice yanks her out of the kiss. Her back crashes into his chest. Aerin’s neck cranes but she grins at Malice. Like a kid in a candy shop. Or a girl who knows she is about to be fucked within an inch of her life, just like she wants.
“Don’t worry, Princess, I know what you like,” Malice says, tightening his grip and pulling her neck slightly more taunt. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and obey me?”
“Yes, Mal,” Aerin says confidently. He turns her head so she’s forced to look at Emrys.
“And are you going to be a good girl and obey Emrys as well?” he asks. Malice doesn’t miss the way Aerin rubs her thighs together for friction, doesn’t miss the way the room is already filling with the smell of her arousal.
“Yes Mal,” Aerin answers again.
“And if it becomes too much, you’re going to say ‘red,’ do you understand?” Malice asks lowly.
“It won’t be too much,” Aerin affirms. Malice yanks her head back again, his other hand going to her neck, secure under her jaw. Aerin squirms with a wicked grin on her face.
“That is not what I asked, is it?”
“No,” she gets out breathlessly.
“If it becomes too much, what are you going to say, Aerin?” Malice asks again.
“Red,” she answers. Malice lets go of her neck and releases her hair just a fraction. He lets her look at Emrys again.
“Good girl.” He licks the shell of her ear. His eyes rise to the Wolf as he does. Emrys looks half unhinged, probably the same way Malice does, desire gobbling him up and swallowing him whole.
“You too, Wolf. If it becomes too much, what are you going to say?”
Emrys’s honey brown eyes meet Malice’s. He nods slightly, a show of his submission.
“Red,” Emrys affirms.
“Is it okay with both of you that Reikan is here?” Malice asks, knowing Reikan has already shoved through doors to be front and center in his vision for this. Emrys swallows and Aerin stills. “He has no intention of coming out, only watching.”
[Only watching,] Malice warns the Dragon.
[Yes. Yes. Only watching. Now get on with it, I want to see her.]
“Yes, that’s fine,” Aerin answers. Emrys nods as well. Consent across the board, now they can have their fun.
“Emrys, can you smell what a needy girl we have on our hands?” Malice taunts. Aerin squirms delightfully, reminding Malice that his zipper is still painfully digging into him.
“She smells like she’s soaked already,” Emrys responds, pulling his shirt off over his head.
“Why don’t you check for us, hmm?” Malice hums, adjusting Aerin in his grip.
He releases her hair and instead pins both arms behind her back with one hand, slotting his other arm around her middle, pressing her higher into his chest. Emrys’s eyes dance with excitement but there is a second of hesitation in him.
“Gods, yes. Please Emrys, touch me,” Aerin says breathlessly.
This seems to be the affirmation the Wolf is looking for.
After her plea, Emrys prowls forward. He captures Aerin’s lips in a searing kiss that Malice gets a front row ticket to.
His dick jumps against Aerin’s backside as he watches their tongues touch.
Aerin moans into the kiss. Malice knows it’s going to take all his composure to keep control of himself.
This is for Aerin, not for him. She needs this. Something inside Malice knows.
Pulling away from her lips Emrys hikes Aerin’s dress up carelessly. His long fingers disappear between her thighs. Malice knows exactly what the Wolf is doing when Aerin lets out the same breathy gasp he remembers from Reikan’s visit with her.
Emrys all but growls in response.
“She’s absolutely drenched,” Emrys gets out.
“Show me,” Malice demands, taking a step away from Emrys, dragging Aerin with him, and forcing Emrys’s hand away from her. Emrys brings his fingers eye-level, and they glisten in the low light.
Mischief sparkles in the Wolf’s eyes when he brings his fingers up to Malice’s mouth.
“Wanna taste?” he teases. Emrys obviously isn’t expecting it when Malice snatches that hand, taking it from teasing to tasting. Shock laces Emrys’s face when Malice’s mouth wraps around his fingers.
Aerin is the sweetest thing Malice has ever tasted. She tastes just like she smells, like the spiced teas they only drink in the fall. The scent drives him crazy; the taste is something else entirely. Similar to her blood, it’s euphoric.
Emrys’s pupils blow out wide when Malice meets them, his tongue still lapping at the Wolf’s fingers. Em’s other hand adjusts his cock in his pants and Aerin murmurs, “The two of you really are going to kill me.”
Malice reluctantly drags his mouth off the Wolf’s fingers with a pop and a malicious smile. Aerin takes advantage, kissing her own arousal from Malice’s mouth, like she is chasing the connection between the three of them.
While he normally gets annoyed with his need to breathe in these situations, Malice is thankful for the reprieve. He needs away from her if he is going to keep his deal with himself. When they break their kiss, Malice drops his touch on Aerin and takes a step back.
“Both of you, strip, now,” he orders. Malice moves across the room and grabs a chair from the corner, positioning it near the edge of the bed. By the time he is done the two of them are on the bed kissing again. Aerin is slowly stroking Emrys’s admittedly impressive length.
“Tell us what you want, Princess,” Malice bosses, taking his seat. He is determined to stay right here for the rest of the night.
“I want Emrys to fuck me,” she says breathlessly. She pushes at his shoulder playfully, “like he means it.”
Emrys looks at Malice, who is now fishing his own cock out of his pants, finally. A shudder runs up his spine as he gives himself a stroke. The two of them look at him with such excitement it could have bubbled out of them and filled the room.
“Well?” Malice prompts. They both blink, as if remembering they are on the bed with each other. “You think you can do that, Em? Fuck our girl like you mean it?”
Our girl. Malice likes the sound of that. Reikan hums in agreement.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Emrys says, and as if to prove his point he grabs Aerin’s calf, spreads her beautiful pussy bare to them, and then drives into her.
All three of them moan.