Chapter 24 Willow
Chapter Twenty-Four
Willow
Iwake up feeling warm and cozy, surrounded by two of my mates, Ronan and Bo. Last night, when we lay down for bed, I was hoping for a bit of a repeat of what happened before, but Ronan told me my body needed to heal a little after my first time, and that I needed to wait until the next day.
Thankfully, they hadn’t left me wanting all day, giving me several amazing orgasms in the hot tub without putting so much as a finger inside of me.
I have no idea how they’re so talented with their hands and their tongues when they’ve never been with a woman before, but it makes me desperate to do more for them.
I take a moment to study Ronan’s chest while we’re lying on our sides, facing each other, with his arm thrown over my waist with Bo’s hand resting on my thigh.
He’s covered in tattoos, as they all are, with some sort of intricate tribal pattern that’s mesmerizing. My fingers start to trace the patterns down his chest until they end near his abs. But as I look down between us, I’m greeted by the sight of his hard cock, jutting up between us.
He’s still naked. I guess now we’ve crossed that line, they don’t feel the need to wear the loincloths anymore. They did tell me they usually sleep naked.
My hand seems to have a mind of its own, moving down until I can gently grasp it. A long moan leaves his lips and when I squeeze it, he bucks his hips into me, his hand tightening on my waist.
“Little minx, what are you doing?” he grumbles, sounding sleepy.
“You were hard,” I tell him, like it’s obvious.
“I’m always hard around you.”
“I wanted to help you. Isn’t that what mates are for?
” I ask, feeling surprisingly bold for the first time in my life.
Maybe it’s because I now know that what we have is permanent, or maybe it’s because they make me feel safe to explore, either way, it has me pushing Ronan to his back as I follow him, kneeling between his legs.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a mix of confusion and desire as I stare down at his cock, stroking it the way I’ve watched them do it. “You’re not ready to take me yet.”
I grin at him as I lick my lips. “I want to taste you, the way you tasted me.”
His hands shoot out to grip my arms as he shakes his head. “No, women don’t do that.”
I tilt my head in confusion as I glance down at his delicious looking cock, more desperate than ever to know what he tastes like. “Why not?”
He gives the barest hint of a shrug. “It’s just not done. Women are given many mates to take care of them, you do not have to return the favor.”
I glare at him trying to sound serious as I tell him, “Ronan, am I your mate or not?”
“Of course!” he says, looking worried.
“And you would do anything to make me happy?”
“Anything,” he says with a nod.
“Well, giving you pleasure makes me happy. So shut up.” His eyes widen in shock, making me lose my stern expression as I have to bite my lips to stop from laughing.
“She sure told you,” Bo laughs and I glance at him. He winks, making my laugh escape as I look back at Ronan and give him my serious look again.
“Let me try. You can tell me what to do. If you hate it, I never have to do it again. Deal?”
I squeeze him again as I start to lower my head toward his tip. His eyes grow heated and he nods. “Deal.”
Looking down at his cock, I see a bead of liquid on the tip and I lick it up. He hisses and my eyes bounce to his. “Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head quickly, his wide eyes on me as I do it again, slower this time. His hands squeeze my arms as if he’s holding himself back now, and not me.
If this feels anything like it does when they lick me, then he’s probably desperate for more. This time I open my mouth, covering the engorged head as I swirl my tongue around it. His head tips back and a groan escapes him. I start to suck on him until I feel his hips starting to buck beneath me.
I take the hint and press my mouth further over him until he touches the back of my throat. His hand threads into the hair at the side of my head as a long moan leaves his lips. “Fuck, Willow. That feels incredible.”
Slowly, I start to bob my mouth up and down, as guided by his hand and when I feel my own release dripping down between my legs I moan around him.
I jerk in surprise when a pair of hands suddenly push up my nightdress and start squeezing my ass cheeks. “Damn, baby. You’re irresistible on your hands and knees bent over like this,” Bo says as he lets a finger trail down the center of my ass and through my wet folds. “And so wet.”
A whimper claws its way out of my throat when he circles my clit. The desperation makes me start to move faster on Ronan’s cock.
“Are you going to let me in here?” Bo asks, pressing two fingers into my rear entrance while he continues rubbing my clit. My core clenches with need as I try to nod around Ronan, and Bo laughs.
Hawk presses up on his elbow to watch me as I moan.
It doesn’t take Bo long to get me ready for him, my body already adapting to take them more easily.
And when he presses his cock in my ass, he inserts two fingers in my pussy, making me cry out as the pleasure surges through me, pushing me right to the edge of my orgasm already.
Ronan’s hips start to lift in rhythm with his hand as the two of them bring my pleasure to new heights.
“Sit up,” Ronan barks. “I’m going to come.”
A sudden thrill lights me up at the thought of tasting him, so I shake my head and suck hard as I reach down and gently squeeze his balls.
He cries out as his warm release fills my mouth. His hips move erratically until his body starts to relax. I swallow down everything he gives me, surprised by the tangy taste that’s not entirely unpleasant. Knowing I’m tasting his pleasure just makes it ten times better.
He gently pulls me off his cock, and I make sure to lick him clean as he watches me. Small moans escape me as Bo starts to thrust faster behind me.
“That was incredible, my tiny treasure,” Ronan says, as he runs his thumb over my cheek.
I lick my lips and smile until Bo starts to curl his fingers, making me cry out.
“Move.” Hawk nudges Ronan’s shoulder, and he pulls himself from beneath me, only to be instantly replaced by Hawk.
Except he moves his body lower, and as if Bo knows his intentions, his fingers pull from me right as Hawk lines his hard cock up with my pussy and presses in. I’m so wet he glides in easily.
He pulls my body down against him, so I’m no longer holding up my own weight as the two of them coordinate their efforts, thrusting in and out of me. “Oh my God!” I cry as pleasure fills every inch of my body. My lips find Hawk’s and we both moan as our tongues tangle with desire.
Bo’s fingers dig into my hips as my core tightens on the brink of release. I’ve been on the verge of coming for so long that when Hawk finds one of my nipples and rubs circles over it, an orgasm explodes from me.
I tear my mouth from Hawk’s to bite down on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure shoot through my body. They both continue driving into me until they have both found their own release, their warmth filling me and making me feel complete.
I’m cleaned up and shuffled around until I’m laying down, snuggled up to all three of them. We stay like that for an hour until Ronan declares it’s time to go.
“It’s time we officially win this game and take you home,” Ronan says as he helps me get dressed. My previous need to hide while changing is mostly gone now, and he seems to take pleasure in dressing me.
Once done, he kisses me and when I look into his green eyes, I can see tension there.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you worried about going back?”
He pulls me in for a hug. “I fear we will face many adversaries today. We are going to have to be on full alert, especially the closer we get to the finish line. We don’t know what waits for us.”
I consider what he’s saying and realize all it would take is another group grabbing me right before the finish line and pulling me across in their possession.
“Can I have a weapon?” I ask, not wanting to be unarmed.
“Already on it,” Bo says, stepping over with several knives in hand. He lifts up the skirt of my dress and Ronan holds it up as he straps it around my thigh.
When his eyes meet mine, he winks before leaning in and placing a kiss right on my bare sex.
I gasp, but he stands before I can even respond. They attached the second knife around my waist so I can easily grab it.
Hawk puts the flink rock in a safe pouch attached to his waist, and we decide to leave the blankets, as we won’t need them anymore. This way, we can travel lighter.
We eat most of our food, only saving a little for the journey back as it will take a few hours. Bo makes new sandals from leaves for me, so I’m not walking around barefoot and then we silently leave our magical cave.
In many ways, I’m sad to leave. It’s been our hidden hideaway and provided us with everything we needed. Not only that, but it’s the place where we came together for the first time and became mates.
As we start walking through the forest, Hawk holds my hand with Ronan in the front and Bo behind. Was our bonding this world’s version of a marriage? What if we weren’t fated mates? Would it be different?
“Hawk?” I ask quietly as we make our way through the trees. He looks down at me with an eyebrow raised in question so I continue. “Are we married now?” he looks surprised so I quickly explain, “If we weren’t fated mates, would having sex mean we’re married? In my world, there would be a wedding.”
He smiles at me, and my heart leaps in my chest. His smiles are so rare that every time he offers me one, my heart soars like I’ve been given a gift.
“Being fated mates is a much stronger bond than marriage, although both are permanent. But I would love to marry you. I’ll tie myself to you in every way I can.”
Warmth fills my chest as I smile up at him. “My mom will be absolutely thrilled if we have a wedding,” Bo says from behind.
“It’s settled then,” Ronan says with a nod. “When we’re back on Redmere, we will get married.”
I smile as we march through the forest. The fated mate stuff is still very new to me, but a wedding and a marriage? That’s something I understand. Although at the compound, married women were made to serve their husbands.
“Will anything change between us?” I ask nervously. “When we get married?”
“Like what?” Hawk asks.
I shrug, feeling uneasy. “Would I have to, like, obey you?”
They all stop walking and Ronan turns around to face us, taking a step closer then bending down to one knee, so he’s much closer to my eye level.
He studies me for a moment then reaches out and holds my free hand. “Where you were raised, is that what happened? Did husbands control their wives? Tell them what to do?”
I nod. I should have known they would see straight through my question, and his words instantly set me at ease. “My tiny treasure, you are our mate. It is our job to take care of you. We may tell you to do something for your safety, but we will not assume to control you.”
“We like you with free will,” Bo adds as he squeezes my shoulder from behind. “You’re perfect as you are. We’d never stifle that.”
“But,” Ronan says as he stands back up, “If we tell you to wait somewhere or run, because of a threat, we expect you to trust us enough to know it's for your best interest and do as we say.”
I nod. “I understand.”
“Good girl.” He bends down and gives me a quick kiss before we start walking again.
I start to imagine what their home must be like. They’ve told me little about their actual dwellings. The canvas tent I arrived in is the only thing I’ve seen. Do they even have buildings in this world? Are they made of wood or stone?
As I watch the muscles in Ronan’s back move as he walks in front of us, I smile, knowing it doesn’t matter. We’ve been sleeping on a single blanket in a cave all week and I’ve never felt so happy.
I open my mouth to ask, but Ronan suddenly stops, pulling his ax from his back to hold in front of him. Hawk tenses as we stop and listen.
“It’s too quiet,” Bo whispers from behind. I frown as I strain my ears, and it takes me a second to understand what he means. All the sounds of the forest have ceased. No birds singing, no bugs chirping, just the sound of a gentle breeze moving through the trees.
After a minute of waiting, Ronan starts to slowly move forward again. We continue silently for a few minutes until a strange sound in front starts to grow louder.
Ronan takes a step backward right before a line of fire suddenly shoots up in front of us, several feet high.
“Shit!” Bo hisses as we all back away from it. The line of fire is slightly curved, extended out of sight in both directions.
“This isn’t natural,” Ronan says as he studies it, the flames now reaching over five feet high. “Someone set this fire.”
“A trap,” Hawk says as he turns and holds his spear out behind us, in the direction where there are no flames. Bo has both swords in hand now as he watches, but nobody’s there.
“We need to move,” Ronan says. “The flames are moving this way, fast.”
I glance over my shoulder, and my eyes widen. The flames have already moved at least five feet closer to us. It’s spreading so quickly; whoever set this fire has put the entire forest at risk.
We move quicker, Bo in the lead now as we make sure to keep ourselves ahead of the flames. When we finally make some headway, the flames now at least twenty feet back, a swarm of men suddenly rush us.
I try not to scream from fear as three of them try to attack Bo at once, but his skill with the swords is unmatched as he ducks and blocks their efforts, taking his attackers down swiftly. But more take their place.
My three Vikings surround me, their backs facing me as they try to stop any of our attackers from getting near me.
And it’s clear that’s their plan as they keep trying to squeeze in between my guys with a hand stretched out to grab me.
I pull the knife from the sheath at my side as I keep turning, swiping at any hand that comes too close.
My guys are vigilante in their efforts, though, managing to keep them at bay.
Suddenly, the men stop attacking and form a solid wall around us. With the flames quickly pressing in at our backs, we have nowhere to run. I try to count how many men there are, but I can’t see clearly past my guys and lose count at twenty.
In the distance, a loud horn rings out, and it takes me a moment to realize that’s the signal for the end of the Mating Hunt. We can finally end this, but for the first time since I met my Vikings, I worry that we won’t make it out of this unscathed.