76. Aurelia
Chapter 76
Aurelia
I don’t know where Savage went, but about fifteen minutes later, he returns, his eyes red. He’s quite calm as he comes to lie on the bed next to Scythe and me, Lyle being draped across the end of the bed, lightly snoring.
Savage looks so sad with his face pressed between Scythe’s arm and the bed that I wish I hadn’t told him about the tank. I’d just felt like I had to tell him something, and it was the first thing I could think of. My aching, tired mind hadn’t seen it was the worst possible thing and had likely hurt him.
Fear fills my heart, but I have to comfort my mate. He is more important to me than my own fear, and so finally, I shift.
I stretch my legs out, letting them elongate, letting the feathers and wings disappear and gritting my teeth against the ache as my femur bone from my right leg lengthens along with my shin. Savage watches me, his mouth slightly open, and when he sees me in my human form, his face crumples.
“Aurelia,” he whispers.
I climb onto him, leading with my left leg, my skin hungering, so desperate for his that when I lay my naked skin upon his bare chest, I whimper with need. Burying my nose into the crook of his neck, I inhale him into my lungs and savour the feeling of his arms snaking around me, holding me with equal desperation. He whispers my name again, his hands tracing down, then up my back as if remembering the curve of my spine, the shape of my hip, the span of my shoulders. His breath is heavy as I cry into him and he sweeps my long length of hair away, laying kisses on my shoulder. Only when he whispers my name for a third time, pained and insistent, do I raise my head and look at him, and find Scythe looking at me too. There is nothing but tenderness in both of their eyes and it shakes me to my core.
I let out a sob.
“No,” Scythe whispers, as my tears run down my face. “No, Aurelia.” With a deftness that I shouldn’t be surprised by, Scythe whips up and crushes his lips to mine. Another sob leaves me as I open up to him and he opens too. Our tongues twine, seeking each other, admonishing each other.
I sob, easing back. “You left me.”
He growls in annoyance, grabbing the back of my neck and seizing my mouth again. But he had come back. For me. As I’d hoped and planned in my wild, insane head.
“You both left me !” Savage cries, pushing between us and grabbing my face in both hands. My wolf’s mouth is rough and hard against mine before he remembers to be gentle. He pursues my tongue and lips like prey, first licking and sucking with mad hunger, before slowing down to savour me properly. I hold his face, feel the stubble of his chin, the stud on his left earlobe. I’m desperate to remember him, to reacquaint myself with his body and soul.
Hands slide up my calves, gently exploring, feeling, checking. I reach a hand out, finding Scythe’s thigh before my fingers find themselves buried in Lyle’s thick mane.
“Angel,” he says, voice thick with emotion.
I tear away from Savage long enough to twist and find my lion, but my right thigh burns with pain.
I hiss, my hand instinctively rubbing at the shooting pain in my healed leg. Three heads, one silver, one blond, one almost black, immediately fall upon my leg, showering it with light kisses and gentle touches. I run my hands through Savage and Lyle’s hair. “I re-grew it myself,” I say, half with pride, half with shame. Xander helped, but I won’t bring that up here.
Three heads snap up. “You… re-grew it?” Lyle says, as if he cannot fully compute the meaning of my words.
They all look down at my limb in wonder.
“It looks perfect,” Savage says, stroking my knee before laying a gentle kiss. “So perfect.”
It’s Scythe who runs his finger along the faint demarcation line that runs around the middle of my thigh, seeming to understand. His finger trembles, but I watch my incredible shark put his rage away for the moment. For me.
“My incredible regina,” he says, placing a palm on the side of my face and pressing his cheek against mine. “I am so sorry for what you went through. So very sorry.”
There are more kisses down both my legs as I reach up to Scythe’s face. He pulls away to look at me, searching my eyes. It’s my turn to take his face between my palms, those ice-blue eyes thawed with emotion. “Thank you for coming back.”
He caresses my cheek with his thumb, taking a deep breath as if taking his fill of the sight of me. “I love you too much to ever truly leave you, and your power saved me.”
My tears flow again and he kisses me, sneakily licking up my tears while he’s at it. Somehow, Savage and Lyle manage to nudge my legs open and they both silently fight over who gets to lick my pussy first. There is much growling and shoving until I feel Lyle’s greedy mouth on my core, lapping up the evidence of my desire. I sigh under his care, as Savage kisses along the old scars of my stomach.
Lyle finds my clit, his tongue weaving fine magic that makes me tremble. I cry out into Scythe’s mouth, grinding against my lion’s face. He grabs my left thigh, moaning his approval.
There’s a wild desperation that’s worked up in me now, a feral need that demands my mates in the most primal way. It’s been far too long and too many nights away from them.
I tear away from Scythe’s mouth long enough to make a breathless demand. “Cocks. I need you all to fill me up.” I turn to Scythe first. “Please?”
His smirk is unabashedly all male and all-satisfied as he takes off his shirt and slacks. Then he gently picks me up around the waist and settles himself under me. We are careful with my right leg and I bend it a little more than usual as I straddle Scythe’s hips.
Scythe grabs his cock in one hand and cups my cheek in the other, pinning me with his shark’s gaze. “I claim you,” he says, easing himself into me. The first rounded stud of his piercing slides against the inside of me and I press my forehead against his. “Aurelia Boneweaver, my regina, my queen.” I moan as he becomes fully sheathed, stretching me out after what feels like millennia. After so much torment and pain, this sweet burn, this fullness, feels so right. For the first time, I feel Scythe’s power twine through me, icy cold and hungry for union. I gasp at the sensation and he kisses me with a tenderness that makes my insides melt as he gently slides in and out of my wet heat. “Aurelia,” Scythe says, and I ease back to look at him as sheathes himself into me again. His eyes bore into mine and hold my gaze. “I’m never leaving you,” he says. “Ever. You have me for all of my life and more if I can give it.”
I come then, falling into the crook of his neck, shaking and crying as Scythe Kharkorous fucks me through it and whispers that he loves me, that he will always love me, and that I can never get rid of him now. Our powers merge and dance like waters from different oceans mixing, glimmering and dancing like sunlight under water.
A regina who found her mate again.
Scythe runs his warm hands up my spine as Savage appears with the lube and carefully manoeuvres behind me, his patience apparently exhausted. He presses himself against my spine and kisses my shoulder blade before the cool press of his lubed fingers find my ass. Scythe slows the movement of his hips as he strokes my hair and listens to the moans Savage evokes from me, that band of muscle in my ass loosening and singing with pleasure. My wolf kisses the cleft of my ass before he removes his massaging fingers and presses his cock against me. I sigh as I receive him, then cry out his name as his rock-hard length fills me.
I sit up a little then, placing my palms on Scythe’s tattooed chest to ease backwards onto both wolf and shark. Savage moans his pleasure into my ear.
“Such a perfect regina,” he whispers, flexing his hips just after Scythe. “The most wonderful, perfect girl.”
Lyle lies down next to Scythe with his arms behind his head as if happy to watch. But I reach out to him.
He smiles at me, soft and happy, and suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. The fact that I get to have all of these beasts and call them my own…despite what I did to them. My face must show my shift to sadness because Lyle loses his smile and rushes to sit up.
Scythe strokes my hips with his thumbs and Savage kisses my shoulder, but it’s Lyle who says, “We all forgive you, angel. How could we not? You showed us so much forgiveness.” He presses his forehead against mine and I reach up to his bare shoulders. His breath tickles my lips. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You know this, but I’ll tell you a thousand times over to make sure you remember it. The best thing, by far.” He plants a soft kiss on my nose and toys with my hair before he frowns. “Who has been washing your hair?”
“Lyle, really?” Savage says. “Aurelia, put his cock in your mouth. That’ll shut him up.”
Scythe’s chest rumbles, and all three of us look at him, lying beneath me, a human Adonis, only tattooed perfection with the corners of his lips turned up. Scythe’s chest heaves, and another rumble vibrates through him.
“Are you laughing?” Lyle asks incredulously.
A soft smile touches my lips. “They’re right,” I say. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
Lyle leaps to his feet, and we bounce on the bed from the impact. Savage steadies us both as I reach for my lion’s thickly veined cock, standing erect at the thought of me. My mouth waters and I eagerly slide my tongue along the underside, tasting a vein before taking him into my mouth.
He grunts, calling me angel as I savour the taste of him, tasting the man and the amber power that reaches for my own.
We find a delicious rhythm, then. Having the three of them, touching me, in me, around me, soothes three broken pieces of my heart. This is where I’ve belonged. Where I’ve always belonged.
Lyle comes in my mouth quicker than ever before, shuddering and clutching my face. I know now that he’s been holding out since I left, and I gulp his cum greedily, squeezing the base of his shaft.
“Every drop sweetheart,” Scythe says as Lyle clearly struggles with his words. “He’s been waiting for you.”
My muscles squeeze of their own accord and Savage groans into my neck, clutching my hips and coming with a shout. The movement jerks me around and Scythe grabs my right leg, supporting it through the jerking movements of my wolf and lion emptying themselves into me.
“More,” I groan into their minds.
Scythe pumps into me, short, firm strokes, unblinking eyes boring into mine, as if he’ll blink and I might be gone.
“I’m never leaving again,” I tell them, before Scythe gasps and comes as well, his back bowing, power shifting into me, claiming me.
“And don’t you ever fucking forget that promise,” he growls.