Chapter 27 Willow #3
“We think it’s some sort of disease that’s spreading. We’ve tried to burn a line in front of it before, hoping that it wouldn’t spread past it, but it didn’t help,” Bo explains.
“I hope I can help,” I say, feeling nervous. “What if I can’t? What if this is beyond my magic?”
“Don’t worry,” Ronan says, stepping in front of me. “Your magic isn’t the reason we love you. If this doesn’t work, we will figure something else out. But for now…” he trails off as his eyes trail down my body in my new outfit.
“For now… what?” I prod him as he continues to stare.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve felt the warmth of my mate wrapped around my cock.”
“Ronan!” I gasp in surprise at his bold words.
“I need you, Willow. Would you deny me?” he asks in earnest. I almost laugh at the desperation in his voice.
“As if I would deny you anything. You could have had me last night if you weren’t so insistent on sleeping,” I tell him with a mock frown.
“Yes, and now I see the error of my ways. I will never hold myself back from having you again.”
Suddenly, he shoves my skirt down and sinks to his knees in front of me. He grabs my ass and yanks my core to his face as his tongue dives in, licking me right up my center.
“Ronan!” I gasp as my hands fly to his head, hanging on to his hair for dear life.
He moans against me before grabbing one of my legs and hoisting it up over his shoulder, opening me up to him.
I almost lose my balance, but Bo suddenly presses against my back and slides his hands up my waist, taking my top with him until it’s tossed to the ground, leaving me completely bare.
Apparently, underwear was not something women wear here, or at least that’s what they told me. I’m not sure I believe them.
His hands find my breasts, and he starts to squeeze and pinch and rub until I’m begging for release.
“Please!” I cry, just as Ronan lifts his mouth off me, licking his lips as he gazes up at me.
“I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you come the first time,” he says as he stands up and undoes his clothing, letting it drop to the ground. I reach out and grab his hardness, making him hiss out as I stroke it firmly, desperate to feel him inside of me.
“I need you,” I whisper as he steps closer and kisses me.
His lips don’t leave mine as he grabs my thighs, right where they touch my ass, and lifts me up.
His hard cock presses right against my core, and I rub myself against him as I’m carried over to the pile of blankets that Hawk had laid out as a makeshift bed.
Ronan slowly kneels, still clutching me tightly as I try to convey my need for him with my kiss.
I feel more hands touching me and know all three of my Vikings are now surrounding me.
Bo’s hands find my breasts again as Ronan lifts me up just a couple of inches until his cock prods me right where I need him most. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press against his hands, shoving myself down over his hard cock.
“Ronan!” I gasp as his hips surge up, and his cock fills me completely.
“Fuck, you feel better every time,” he groans before he dives in for another kiss. Bo moves his hands down to my ass and starts prepping me to take him back there as I whimper against Ronan.
Hawk takes his place on my breasts, and I pull my mouth from Ronan’s just as Bo starts thrusting his fingers into me. “I can’t… hold it!” I cry out, squeezing my core tight to try to hold back my orgasm.
“Don’t worry,” Ronan whispers, “You will have plenty of orgasms before the day is through. This won’t be your last. Now come for us.”
I scream out as I let go. Ronan keeps a steady rhythm of his hips, prolonging my orgasm as Bo replaces his fingers with his cock, taking advantage of my heightened state of arousal to press in.
The effect has me coming a second time, before I’m even done with my first, something I didn't know was possible. Or maybe it’s just one really long one.
Either way, I cry out as they start to find their rhythm, thrusting into me.
When it’s finally over, I rest my head on Ronan’s shoulder, expecting them to pull out, but they don’t. They slow their pace, just a little, but the slower, long strokes only feel a little too sensitive for a minute before it starts to build my arousal again.
Knowing that I’m missing something, I lift my head and turn to Hawk. “I want to suck your cock,” I tell him and his eyes widen. “Please,” I say when he looks like he might object.
“Do it,” Ronan tells him, and he quickly stands and holds his thick cock out toward me, pumping it a few times before he steps closer.
I lick his tip and he moves a hand to my hair, gently holding me as I take my time licking him.
The more my own body becomes aroused, the more enthusiastic I become, which in turn, makes me more aroused. It’s like a never-ending cycle of pleasure.
When I sink my mouth over Hawk’s large cock, he groans, his hand tightening slightly in my hair.
Soon, he takes control of the motion, holding my head still, while he does the thrusting.
It’s extremely intoxicating to be the one giving him this pleasure, and knowing they’ve never been with anyone but me makes it all that much more riveting.
Bo and Ronan start moving faster as I moan around Hawk, sensing my orgasm rising again. The next few minutes are a blend of moaning, groaning, and desperation as I let them bring me to my release, each of them tumbling over the edge with me and filling me with their seed.
Now I know that their release has the possibility of making me pregnant, it makes me want it even more.
When I finally come down from my high, I find myself lying between my men as I lift my head and look around, finding the dead forest around us now covered in life.
“It worked,” I say in surprise.
“Of course it did,” Bo says before kissing the side of my head. “We never doubted it would.”
“But we’re not done yet,” Ronan tells me. I look at him in question and he gestures somewhere off to the side. “We’ll need to do this at least a few more times to fix the entire dead area.”
“That doesn’t have to happen today,” Hawk adds, almost as if in warning.
Ronan smiles down at me. “No, of course not, but it will be fun to try, don’t you think?”
I grin at him then snuggle into his chest. “So much fun,” I mumble as Hawk presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder. I feel Bo’s hand squeeze my thigh and close my eyes. “But first, just a little nap,” I say before a loud yawn escapes me.
“Sleep, little mate,” Bo says softly. “We’ll all be here when you wake up.”
I sigh in contentment, truly feeling relaxed and safe for the first time in my entire life.
My thoughts move to Izzy, and I hope that somehow she knows where I am and how happy I am here. She was much better suited to life off the compound than I was, and I’m sure she can make a great life in that world, even if I will miss her dearly.
When I stepped through that portal, into Dyconia, I thought I was running from my problems and might find a quiet place to hide and live out my life in some semblance of peace. But instead, I landed myself right in the middle of a terrifying game, which could have resulted in a very bad outcome.
There, I met my three Viking warriors. My fated mates.
They showed me what love really means, to cherish and protect without expecting anything in return.
And that sometimes you have to stand up for what’s right and what you believe in, especially when you have the support of your loved ones behind you.
Just as I have that thought, someone’s large hand gently runs over my ass cheek, making me smile. I guess it’s time for round two.