Chapter 38
Aurelia
Apart of me knows I’m nuts. The other part of me doesn’t care.
It makes me sort of feel better knowing what a treasure haze is like.
That Xander was actually aware when he was under it.
How much he struggled with control during, I’m not sure, but I sure as hell am giving in to it completely.
My soul needs this. And from the way my mates preen under my care, I know they need it too.
I brush Lyle’s dried hair with a specially made lion’s detangling brush.
There are knots all through it, and fixing it takes time.
She hadn’t even tried being a real regina.
She’d just wanted to play at it. Just wanted the power and satisfaction and control of it.
Katerina Crocodylus’ flesh churns in my stomach as I sit on the pillows before the TV.
I’m going to enjoy every second of digesting her.
Destroying her so completely that there is literally nothing left of her existence except her head, which is presently in a plastic bag in a closet where I don’t have to look at it.
Savage is cuddled up behind me, and Scythe is behind him.
Xander is on Lyle’s other side, eating sweet potato fries with a knife and fork, because of course he is.
Lyle periodically feeds me a chip, which I try to evade, but he grabs my cheeks and tucks the food into my mouth with a grin.
My urge to feed them is so strong. I love watching them eat.
I loved washing them and taking care of them.
It’s soothing a crucial part of the wound that was left when they were taken.
I smooth down Lyle’s hair with a smile, and he wipes his fingers on a serviette before setting his empty plate down. “Come here,” he demands.
And I have to listen to their demands now because I have to take care of their every single need. Xander especially knows this, and I watch his glowing eyes perceive me with the sharpness of the greedy dragon that he is. “What do you need?” I ask, sliding to my lion’s lap.
Lyle runs his hands down my arms, then down my thighs, my bare skin enjoying the feel of him enough that I have to close my eyes.
He gives a little puff of satisfaction, leaning forward to scent me.
“I need you,” he whispers against my lips.
He smells like food, and I’m happy he’s eaten his fill.
Gentle lips brush against my mating mark before he slides the loose black T-shirt up my body.
I raise my arms as he tugs it entirely off.
“I need to feel your skin against mine so I know you’ll never be away from me ever again. ”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I sigh, cupping his face.
He needs to shave, but we haven’t gotten around to that yet.
I’ll have to do it tomorrow after I brush his teeth in the morning.
My lion buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
It makes me turn towards Xander, who’s looking down at his empty plate.
“Do you need more?” I ask loudly. Lyle growls into my neck, and Savage takes up my discarded brush and starts running it through my own tangled hair.
“No, I’ve had enough,” Xander says, not taking his eyes off me.
“How much did you eat exactly?” I ask suspiciously.
He fiddles with his earphones. “Six burgers, two pizzas, and that bag of chips.”
“Where does it all go?” I ask, staring pointedly at his flat stomach.
“Good question.” He smiles at me, and I’m stunned for a moment.
“P-Pass me that brush, Savage. I have to detangle Xander’s hair.” It’s gotten even longer, now the same length as Lyle’s, brushing his shoulder blades.
“It’s fine,” Xander says quietly. “I’m just going to braid it.” He gets to his feet.
“No!” I growl, looping my power around him and bringing his body back to the floor.
Xander falls to the floor with a heavy thump, his brows shooting up in surprise. “I forgot how strong you are.”
“I’m the regina,” I snarl. “I’m doing your hair.”
He grumbles about it, but I don’t care, carefully getting on to my knees behind him and plaiting the long black strands so they lie prettily down his back.
Xander turns around, and the look he gives me makes me ache.
He feels like he doesn’t belong. Like his pain isn’t worthy.
My vision turns blurry as I feel the weight of his emotions.
The weight of the black mark he carries.
“No,” he whispers, touching my face. “Aurelia, no.”
“What did she make you do?” I whisper. “If I could take it away, I would.”
“I know,” he says, the corners of his mouth turning down.
“I…I don’t want to talk about it.” Those words from his mouth make me crumble.
I fling my arms around his neck and press myself into his body, sliding my legs around his waist as if I can squeeze myself into him and push all the other evils of the world away.
“She’s gone now,” Xander says into my hair. “You made her go away.”
“Call me regina,” I sob. “Say it right now.”
I feel him struggle with it—the word, the implication, our other mates hearing it. But eventually, I get a quiet “Regina,” in my head.
“Out loud,” I sniff, pulling away to look at him in the eyes. I slap him on the shoulders. “Out loud, damn it.”
Pain flashes across his features. “Regina,” he breathes.
I sob again before I crush my lips to his.
Xander slides his hand behind my neck, the other hand banding around my waist as he kisses me back.
Our mouths open to each other, and it’s so different from being in astral form.
He is real, under me, his breath hot on mine, his touch demanding but gentle.
I can actually feel his assaulting darkness as his tongue seeks out mine, feel the undercurrent of the rage his animus always carries in the groan that rumbles through his chest.
Savage snarls in annoyance behind me, burying his fingers in my hair and forcing my head back around. The burn of his hunger feels right. I am met with the eyes of a furious wolf. “I did not wait all this time just to see a fucking dragon hog my regina.”
I’m about to say that there’s enough of me to go around, but he slams his mouth against mine, impatient, hot, teeth and tongue consuming and demanding my attention.
His frantic hands pull me from Xander’s lap and dump me onto the soft pillows strewn around us.
I try to roll off my back, but Savage’s hips pin me to the pillows, his pants kicked off, his massive erection hard against my stomach.
“Don’t deny me now, regina.” His voice is rough with need as he pulls the loose shorts off my hips. “Don’t say I can’t have you.”
“I’m always yours!” I say as Lyle pulls the fabric off my feet.
Savage presses his forehead against mine. “Then spread your legs like a good little regina and let me fuck you like I need to.”
I think I’d forgotten who he is. Who they all are. But then they’re all towering over me, with need and devotion saturating their gazes, and I melt into the pillows and gush all over Savage’s fat cock as he enters me.
My wolf proceeds to put away his fairy bread side as if it was never there and fucks me hard and fast, with a desperation that takes my breath away.
I shout with need, and he bites my lip with deep rumbling growls.
Oh, Wild Goddess, I need this with everything that is in me.
I cry my wolf’s name as his eyes glow just before our powers kiss at our cores, twining around one another in the playful dance that is uniquely me and Savage’s.
He lets out a desperate sound and pulls himself out before flipping me over and yanking on my hips so my ass is high in the air. I push myself up on my hands and come face to cock with Xander, but his pants are still on and he’s moving away, not toward me.
Savage shoves himself back in me with a satisfying sound, and I cry out in pleasure. My hand snaps out and snags the elastic of Xander’s track pants, drawing him to a stop. He looks down at me before back up at Savage. “One chance, dragon,” Savage says wickedly. “One chance to prove yourself.”
Xander’s jaw clenches in a sexy way that makes my mouth water, and I tug down his pants, letting his massive dragon’s cock, already hard, spring free in my face.
I waste no time, taking that gigantic head in my lips and sucking hard on the tip, just the way I know he’d like it.
He tilts his head back with a feral groan. “Regina.”
I make a happy sound, and the look of bliss on his face almost makes me come.
“I’m glad I get to see how you suck while you’re getting fucked,” Xander says down at me. “Now we get to see who can make you come the hardest.”
Savage lets out a snarl at Xander, and the dragon bares his teeth right back, making a purely draconic sound.
Smoke wafts over me, and I swallow Xander’s cock with relish.
I never thought I’d see the day when I’d get fucked by both dragon and wolf at the same time, and it lights up something in me to know that they’re both snarling at each other while I take care of them.
Lyle, stroking his cock off to the side until now, won’t be left out and comes up next to me on his knees.
I let Xander’s cock go with a pop, pre-cum slipping out of my mouth.
Xander swoops down and grabs my chin, kissing me possessively before I turn to my lion.
Lyle snaps his teeth at Xander, and I see his animus is out, those amber irises huge.
“Don’t fight,” I say, although I know it’s useless.
“Regina,” Lyle’s animus says in his gravelly voice. “I missed you.”
It makes my heart glow that I can be with three of them at the same time.
As I take Xander’s cock in my hand and Lyle’s cock in my mouth, my eyes slide to Scythe just a little ways away.
His eyes are alight as our gazes touch and he rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, letting me know he only wants to watch right now.
I’m then distracted by Savage playing with my clit, and the movement of all three of us winds me higher, sending me soaring into the sky on the wings not made of feathers, but something more ethereal.
Lyle’s cock tastes like a salty sun, his pre-cum blooming on my tongue as I draw it out of him.
Pulling back, I tease the big veins at the side of his cock before swallowing him whole again.
Lyle’s thumb strokes reverently over my jaw as Xander brushes his hand over my hair.
I close my eyes, lost to the sensation of the three of them until I feel like I’m made of nothing more than feathers and light.
My body arches under it, and suddenly, I erupt into a million stars, clutching onto Xander and crying out my release. I’ve waited so long, so fucking long—
Savage withdraws from me, his fingers wringing out every ounce of pleasure from my sensitive clit.
I grab his hand, my eyes flying open as I vibrate around him, suddenly aware that it’s still not enough, that there’s three pairs of hands wringing me for all I’m worth and there is still someone missing.
I look over at my shark. His lips are parted, his lids lowered as he stares at us, the bulge in his pants telling me he might want more.
“Scythe,” I pant, reaching out a hand. “Let me…”
My voice fades away into breath. Savage withdraws his hand, drawing his fingers up my spine as he crawls to my side. I straighten to look at Scythe.
There is infinite sadness in those sky-blue eyes as he stalks toward me.
“Not tonight, regina.” Then his voice lightens, turning coy.
“You told us we get to feast tonight.” He nudges Savage aside and drops to the floor.
He pushes me onto my back, lowering his head between my legs.
I’m suddenly lost for words then, lost for demands as that perfect masculine face looks up at me, all apex predator, all ruthless don. “And I am still starving.”