Chapter Twenty-Nine
T he last thing I expected after a long afternoon in my study was that my very upset omega would burst through the doors with Gawain on her heels.
“Little queen?” I asked as she threw herself into my arms with a stuttering huff. Her normally sweet scent had soured with discontent and it nearly made me growl. “What ails you?”
She did not utter a word until I had settled back into my seat with her tucked into my lap.
“Nothing,” she muttered, her lips moving against the skin of my neck. “It’s just that your omega has no game whatsoever.”
I did not understand what she meant by the word ‘game’, but I had an inkling of what she was trying to tell me.
Gently pulling her away from my neck so I could see her face, I found her eyes to be red-rimmed and filled with tears. “Explain, love.”
She quickly wiped at her face before crossing her arms over her chest. “I struck out not once but twice, Arthur, how the hell do the gods expect me to help you form a pack if I have about as much game as Fester Addams?”
“You keep using words that I do not understand, Guinevere,” I reminded her softly.
Guinevere threw her hands into the air and I noticed her bandaged hand for the first time and concern filled me at the sight of it. Who had allowed my omega to hurt herself? “I tried to ask Bedivere why he was avoiding me and ended up embarrassing the hell out of myself—and if that isn’t bad enough my stupid ass decided that maybe asking Merlin for a kiss to ‘strengthen our magic’ was a damned good idea. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.”
My brows rose with each word she spoke, my eyes looking at Gawain over her shoulder. The younger alpha just shrugged, his lips pressed into a thin line.
“Guinevere,” I said to her gently. “Do you feel attracted to Merlin?”
Merlin was an enigma. He smelled of nothing, so most people tended to give the wizard a wide berth and had ever since we were boys. As such the man had trouble making any friends let alone taking a lover.
Guinevere’s expression shuttered, her cheeks turning pink as she seemed to realize she had told me too much. “Maybe. Is that a bad thing?”
I shook my head. It was a variable I had not considered in the grand scheme of things, but I supposed it made sense given how much time the two spent together during the day.
“It is not, I am just surprised.”
“Well, you probably don’t need to worry about it because I made a big ass fool of myself just now. God, how could I have been so stupid?” Guinevere dropped her head into her hands again with a groan.
I did not like it when she spoke of herself in such a manner—everything I had seen of my wife had shown her to be a thoughtful, kind, and competent queen. Even Andrivete, who was notoriously hard to please, was enamored with the omega and often gushed about her ability to manage the castle with ease despite being new to such things. When I had asked her about it she had just shrugged and said something about taking a consumer math class in college.
Gently pulling her hand up to my face, I made sure she was looking me in the eyes before I spoke. “You are not stupid, little queen, never feel bad for being open about your emotions. It is an example of your character.”
I made a mental note to throttle both men later on, but for now I needed to comfort my omega before her scent was permanently soured.
Gathering her in my arms, I stood up from my chair and headed for the hall, Gawain at my back.
“Where are we going?” Guinevere asked, tucking her face back into my neck so that she would not have to see the people passing by. I could feel her embarrassment through the bond and I gave it a little, soothing tug.
I ignored her question just as I ignored the looks of the passing servants as we made our way to our destination.
I had meant to bring her here with me long before today, but with how busy everything had gotten around the castle I had not yet gotten the chance.
The bathing rooms were thick with steam and blessedly empty. The guards standing outside jumped to attention when they caught sight of me, their expressions blank just as they had been trained to keep them no matter what appeared in front of them.
“No one is to come in,” I told them as I stepped inside.
Gawain stayed behind, his expression unsure.
“Follow me, Sir Gawain,” I told him gruffly and the alpha paused for a moment before skittering inside after me and I shut the door behind us with a solid thud.
“Are you certain about this?” he asked as I placed my wife on one of the waiting stools and removed her slippers.
Guinevere, for her part, was quiet. Her expression had changed from distraught to contemplative as she glanced between me and Gawain, nibbling on her bottom lip as she seemed to understand what was about to occur.
“I am,” I answered without looking at him, reaching for the stays of my wife’s dress and deftly pulling them apart. “You are a part of my pack and that means we take care of our omega together.”
During the nights we lay together in bed, Guinevere had told me about the packs from her time and how, at times, they all made love in the same room. I had no interest in Gawain’s body nor the bodies of the other would-be members of my pack, but I was interested in seeing more pleasure on Guinevere’s face than I ever thought possible and that I knew, try as I might, I would never be able to achieve alone.
And if that meant being joined by Gawain today, then so be it. Such things I had already come to terms with the moment I accepted the other alpha into our little pack.
Gawain still looked uncertain, his face flushing and his eyes wide as he watched me shimmy Guinevere’s dress down around her hips, exposing her dusky pink nipples to the warm, muggy air of the room.
“I will not ask you again, Gawain, but I will assume you never wish to fuck our omega in the bath and will pity you for it.”
That got the younger man moving, his sword belt hitting the stone floor with a clang as he began to tug on his own clothing.
Guinevere watched, still worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth. “This is a lot at once.”
“It is not,” I told her with a shake of my head. “We are just here to show you that you are desired—and any man who says differently will meet the sharp end of Excalibur .”
Guinevere’s brown eyes widened with shock. “You aren’t actually going to stab them are you?”
“No,” I told her, a slow mischievous smile pulling at my lips. “It was, as you say, a joke .”
For the first time since she had burst into my study earlier Guinevere’s laugh rang off of the low ceiling of the bathing room.
She leaned forward, her fingers cupping my jaw just below my ear, and gave me a sound kiss.
At first, it was chaste and sweet, her honeysuckle perfume ripening and losing the metallic tinge it had carried earlier. Then it deepened and matured as Guinevere’s tongue snaked into my mouth, reminding me exactly why we were here.
Lifting her up off of the stool, I let the dress pool at her feet and stared down at her bare body. The room was full of candlelight from the wax-filled sconces along the walls and it cast a soft glow over her smooth skin, making it seem to shine under my gaze.
“Get into the pool with Gawain, little queen,” I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.
For a moment Guinevere looked uncertain, her eyes watching me carefully.
“Enjoy yourself,” I purred, tugging at my own belt.
Gawain, who had divested himself of all of his clothing, held a hand out to her, his eyes darting to my face as if I would change my mind at any moment.
But I would not. A strange curiosity had begun to crop up in my mind from the moment we stepped into this room, and I would not be satisfied until I saw this through.
I watched the pair step into the hot water, Guinevere hissing through her teeth as she settled down onto her knees in the bath, her breasts still hovering just above the surface.
Gawain followed, already pulling her in for a kiss.
I stood for a moment, waiting for the familiar feeling of jealousy to come as one would expect when watching their wife be kissed by another man.
It never did.
Instead I watched with utter fascination as Gawain pulled my omega—our omega, I mentally amended—into his lap, his hands already sliding down the wet planes of her bare back.
Gawain had never been one to accept women into his bed, so I assumed his experience was limited, but now he handled Guinevere as if he had been doing it his entire life, pressing her tightly to his chest as he devoured her mouth.
They wasted no time with touching and Guinevere slid down Gawain’s length with a moan that went straight to my own aching cock which was straining against my trousers, practically pleading to be free.
I pulled the rest of my clothes off, letting them fall on top of Guinevere’s as I quickly grabbed one of the buckets of water that always sat by the door to pour over ourselves if it got too hot.
Then I sat on the edge of the pool, my legs adrift in the hot water as I watched them writhe together.
Gawain’s blue eyes met mine, an obvious question in them: did I want him to stop? To trade places?
But I shook my head. No, I was not ready to join in yet, and instead, gripped my cock in my fist and continued to observe.
Gawain, for his part, seemed to understand what I wanted and he turned his and Guinevere’s bodies in the water until the omega’s face was visible, her eyes heavily lidded with pleasure as Gawain continued to lift her hips up and down.
Our gazes locked and I was lost in the lust in her eyes as a smile formed on her lips. She liked that I was watching, I could feel her satisfaction rippling down the bond as she moaned.
And damned if I did not enjoy watching her too.
Gawain began to speed up and I watched his hips rise up to meet Guinevere’s, water sluicing down their bodies as they moved in front of me.
“No knotting yet, pup,” I reminded Gawain, using the nickname I often heard Bedivere call him. The alpha, though he was facing away from me now, just nodded with a low growl.
As I watched Guinevere’s arse rise up out of the water, a sudden new desire came over me.
Releasing my aching cock, I snagged a bottle of oil off of the side of the pool and stood, sloshing through the water until I stood over them.
“Guinevere, love,” I rumbled, sliding my hand down her wet, bare back. “Lift your arse.”
Guinevere’s head jerked around so she could look at me, understanding dawning in her gaze. There had been a few times during our lovemaking that my hand had snuck behind her to play with the puckered rosette of her arse, and each time she had loved it with a ferocity that surprised me.
Until now, I had never gone further than fingers, but if we were going to be accepting the rest of the pack into Guinevere’s nest, then I wanted to be the first to taste this.
Upending the jar of oil down her back, I used my hand to rub it in before gently digging my fingers into her tense muscles and making the omega moan for a different reason.
“You like that, little queen?” I asked as Gawain swallowed up her moan with his mouth.
She nodded, her lashes fluttering across her cheeks as Gawain continued to kiss along her jaw and into the cleft between her breasts.
“Good,” I murmured as I pressed my thumb to her tight nether hole and felt her tense up for a moment before she relaxed and the finger slipped inside, eased by the oil. I turned to Gawain. “Make her come first.”
My words held a hint of a bark that made Gawain stiffen before he began to thrust inside of her with a renewed vigor.
Her arse gripped my thumb tightly as I felt her back shudder and she began to let out short, rasping breaths. A sure sign that our omega was close.
Then, just as her chin tilted up to the stone ceiling and she began to come, I replaced my thumb with the blunt head of my cock and pressed inside.
Guinevere came with a shout that was quickly muffled by Gawain’s mouth again so as not to alert the guards outside.
Then she was speared between us, forcing Gawain and I to get onto our knees in order to move properly. It felt good to press myself so close to her and the clutch of her arse was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
Guinevere’s hand slid behind my head and she pulled my face over her shoulder so that we could kiss, her teeth roughly biting my lower lip as we began to find a rhythm that worked in such a position as the one we had found ourselves in.
The desire to have better purchase amongst the slippery stone filled me and I gave both Gawain and Guinevere a tug, pulling them back until the backs of my legs bumped into the edge of the pool again.
“Come with me, love,” I purred into Guinevere’s ear as I perched on the ledge again, forcing Guinevere’s legs to spread outwards over mine and giving Gawain a view of her swollen cunt.
The younger alpha stood, his chest heaving as he glanced between Guinevere and me.
“Should you not tell him to come back?” I whispered, my hands, still slick with oil, sliding up her front to tweak her stiff nipples.
Guinevere held her arms open, silently inviting the alpha back in between her legs.
Her back tensed as Gawain slid inside again and I could feel how much tighter it made her nether hole feel around my cock, almost as if she was running out of space in a body that seemed to be created by the gods to be loved by multiple alphas.
Every single thing we gave to her, she returned voraciously as if our hunger only stoked hers further.
“You were meant to be loved, little queen,” I whispered, continuing to allow Gawain to move and just enjoying how the jerking motion sent shivers of pleasure down my aching cock. “Every bit of you, from your soft lips to this arse which feels as if it was formed just for my cock.”
Guinevere shuddered at my praise, her bond with us wide open so we could feel the floods of her pleasure.
“You just need to exist as you are—a being meant to be loved by us. By me, Gawain, and eventually, the others as well. Is that not right, Gawain?”
Gawain, who seemed to have yet to perfect the art of talking during sex, just grunted his agreement, his entire body flushed red with the heat of the bath and our writhing bodies.
“Knot her, Gawain,” I ordered as I slid a hand down to spread her arse cheeks so I could dig my own knot into her tight back entrance.
Gawain hesitated for a moment, seemingly worried about being stuck in such a compromising position after the haze of our lovemaking died down. But I would not be dissuaded.
“Do it, Gawain,” I barked, my order making both Guinevere and Gawain stiffen.
Then I heard Guinevere’s soft gasp and felt her entire body twitch. Gawain’s knot was an entirely new pressure in her arse, nearly threatening to push my own half-formed knot right back out.
The urge to come skittered down my spine and I felt my knot inflate, becoming trapped inside the pulsing entrance to Guinevere’s arse as I emptied myself inside of her with a groan.
Gawain and Guinevere were not far behind me, the sounds of their pleasure filling my ears.
I waited for their bodies to stop shaking before I pulled both out of the water in order to lie on our sides on the somewhat cooler stone floor.
“I fear I am about to faint,” Gawain muttered, looking more than just flushed.
“Yeah,” Guinevere said with a husky laugh. “Maybe having sex in a hot spring wasn’t such a good idea.”
I felt a grin form on my face as I reached behind me and grabbed the bucket I had brought, dumping it over the three of us. While the water was by no means cold, it was still quite a different temperature from the bathing pool.
Guinevere’s gasp filled my ears. “What the hell!”
“I’m just cooling us off,” I said pertly, grinning against the skin of her neck as I pressed my lips into our shared bond mark and felt her shudder around my still-swollen knot. “Do you not feel better?”
They both made begrudging noises of agreement and I felt a huff of laughter rumble out of my chest.
This must have been what the gods had foreseen for my fate—no longer was I the lonely king with too many people relying on me—now I had a pack that was mine because of who I was, not what I could do for them.