Chapter 69 Solomon
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Solomon
The tent flap sealed behind Lucian and the four of us existed in a space that had no room for anything except what was about to happen.
Mira on the bedroll, propped against the cushions. Her mismatched eyes moved between the three of us with an awareness that made the bond channels pulse in unison.
Percy beside her, his hand on her waist, thumb tracing circles that had stopped being casual ten minutes ago. Lucian at the entrance, shoulders against the sealed flap, watching her with the particular focus.
Channels feeding into each other. It had been quite a long time since the rejection, amplifying every sensation, every intention, every pulse of need that moved between us.
I stood at the map table. My hands rested on the surface.
Mira’s gaze found me.
“Solomon.” Her voice was soft. “Get over here.”
I crossed the space. Knelt beside the bedroll. My fingers found her jaw, tilting her face toward mine, and the contact sent the bond surging through my veins with a force that made my breath stutter.
She was alive. The babies were alive. The heartbeats beneath her ribs pulsed steady and strong and the woman I’d almost lost was looking at me with an emotion that wasn’t gratitude or relief.
It was hunger.
“Come here,” she said. Not a request.
Lucian moved first. He stepped behind her, his hands sliding up her sides with deliberate slowness, peeling her shirt off.
The cool surroundings hit her skin and her nipples tightened, her breasts swollen now with the pregnancy, and the sight of her sent a growl through my chest that I didn’t bother suppressing.
His lips brushed her shoulder, trailing down to the claiming mark, sucking gently on the skin and the cascade through the bond made all four of us groan.
“Easy,” she murmured against his mouth.
“No,” he said. And kissed her harder.
Percy’s hands found her hips from behind. His mouth pressed against her ear. “Missed you, love. Missed this.” His teeth grazed her earlobe making her whimper.
I completed the circuit. My scarred hands found the spaces between Percy’s and Lucian’s, my mouth found the claiming mark at her neck, and the four-channel resonance hit with a force.
“Clothes off,” she said. “All of you. Now.”
I unbuttoned my shirt with measured precision. Percy pulled his over his head and tossed it at the lantern, nearly knocking it off the supply crate. Lucian went last, yanked over his head, wasting no time.
She looked at the three of us and her pulse spiked through the bond.
“Solomon. Sit.”
I settled onto the bedroll. She climbed onto my lap, her back against my chest, and my hands found her hips with a grip that said everything my mouth wouldn’t. The weight of her, the warmth, the curve of her pregnant belly on full display for the other two.
“You almost lost this,” she said, rolling her hips down against me.
“I know.” Two words. They carried everything.
Her arm reached back, fingers threading into my hair, pulling my mouth to her ear.
I ran my tongue along the shell of it, sucking on her earlobe, and the shiver that rolled through her body pressed her ass harder against my cock.
My teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind her ear and she gripped my hair tighter, her head falling back against my shoulder.
Lucian knelt in front of her, between her spread thighs. His hands gripped her knees, spreading them wider, and his mouth traced a path up her inner knee along the soft skin of her thigh.
“Lucian,” she breathed. “Don’t tease.”
“I don’t tease.” His voice dropped. “I take my time.”
Her free hand found Lucian’s hair, gripping the dark strands as his mouth worked higher up her thigh. One arm reaching back, tangled in my hair while I devoured her ear and neck. The other fisted forward in Lucian’s, guiding his mouth where she needed it. Holding both of us.
Percy stood at the foot of the bedroll, watching. His cock was already hard, his hand stroking it in slow passes as his eyes tracked every point of contact between the three of us.
“Fuck, love,” Percy breathed. “The way you look right now.”
Three mouths. Three pairs of hands. All focused on one woman.
Lucian’s tongue pressed flat against her clit in one long stroke that made her spine arch against my chest. He licked through her folds with commanding strokes, each one drawing more slick from her pussy, her arousal coating his chin.
He sucked her clit between his lips, the suction relentless, and her thighs clamped around his head.
Her grip tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, and her other hand yanked mine, directing my palm from her hip to her breast.
I cupped her, rolling her swollen nipple between my fingers while my mouth worked the spot below her ear. “Sensitive,” I murmured against her skin. She moaned and ground back against my cock.
My cock strained against my pants, throbbing as it pressed up against her ass through the thin barrier of fabric. My hands gripped her hips tighter, grinding her down onto my lap.
“Not enough,” she gasped.
Lucian lifted her just enough for me to position myself at her entrance.
She sank down onto my cock with a wet slide that made us both groan. The reverse angle stretched her in a different way, my cock dragging along her back wall, and her pussy was drenched, clenching and pulling me deeper until I bottomed out inside her. My hands locked on her hips.
Mira started moving, lifting and dropping with increasing speed, her inner walls milking my length.
Lucian knelt between her legs, his mouth returning to her clit, sucking and licking while I thrust up into her.
His tongue dragged along the base of my shaft on every downstroke, lapping at the place where her pussy stretched around me, and the dual sensation of her clenching walls and his mouth made my jaw lock.
Percy knelt in front of her, face to face.
His hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together, the pregnancy weight filling his palms. He slid his cock into the valley between them, the pre-cum and her sweat slicking the channel, and thrust upward while his thumbs pinched her nipples.
Mira looked down at his cock sliding between her tits while she rode me and the noise she made was guttural, almost feral.
“There it is,” Percy groaned, his hips rocking in rhythm with mine. “Bouncing on his cock with my cock between your perfect tits. You’re so fucking gorgeous, love.”
Her arm was still hooked back around my neck, her fingers in my hair, using me as an anchor while Percy fucked her breasts and I fucked her pussy. I ran my tongue along the curve of her ear and she clenched around me so hard my vision whited out.
“Harder,” she told me.
I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh as I drove up into her with powerful thrusts. Each one bottomed out, my balls slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene. Her pussy fluttered around me, milking my shaft with every descent.
Lucian’s hand replaced his mouth, fingers rubbing her clit in firm, insistent circles while Percy leaned in and captured her mouth, kissing her deep while his cock still slid between her breasts. She moaned into his kiss, pinned between the three of us.
Percy’s mouth dropped to her neck, sucking her skin while his cock thrust through the slick channel. Drops of his pre-cum beaded on her collarbone and he smeared them across her skin with his thumb, marking her.
Percy pulled back, his cock slipping free from between her breasts, and shifted to her side. His hand dipped lower to trace where my cock stretched her pussy. Feeling the slick inside her, he pushed two fingers alongside my cock.
The added stretch made her scream, her head slamming back against my shoulder. Her walls clenched around the combined fullness, her juices gushing down my shaft and soaking the bedroll beneath us.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her nails digging into my thigh behind her as she rode me faster, her pregnant belly on full display as all three of them worked her body.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I growled from below, my voice rough, all my usual restraint shattered.
Nobody stopped.
Lucian’s fingers worked her clit with unrelenting precision while Percy’s fingers thrust in time with my cock, stretching her even further. She was trembling, overwhelmed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
“I can’t, it’s too much, I...”
“You can.” Lucian commanded. “Let go, Mira. We’ve got you.”
My hips snapped up relentlessly, pounding into her depths, my cock dragging against her sensitive walls. Percy’s thumb pressed directly on her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Lucian’s mouth found her throat, his teeth grazing the claiming mark.
Her cries grew louder, body trembling on the edge. I felt her pussy clamp down, spasming as the orgasm ripped through her. She shattered around my cock, waves of pleasure pulsing through her, soaking my length and Percy’s fingers.
“Yes, just like that,” I praised against her ear, thrusting through her climax. “Come hard for us.”
My knot swelled inside her before the aftershocks had finished rolling through her body.
Her eyes flew wide and a sob escaped her, her overstimulated pussy clenching around the expansion while the orgasm was still pulsing through her walls. The stretch hit differently when every nerve was already screaming, and her whole body locked up, her hand clawing backward into my chest.
“Solomon, I can’t, it’s... I just came, I can’t take...”
“Breathe.” My hand found her jaw, turning her face toward mine. “Look at me.”
Percy’s hands cupped her face from the front, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Right here, love. Not going anywhere.”
Lucian’s hand rested on her thigh, grounding. “Let your body take it.”
The knot locked fully and I spilled inside her, my cum flooding her in hot pulses that triggered a second orgasm she hadn’t been ready for. Her mouth fell open in a soundless scream, walls convulsing around my knot, milking me through the aftershocks while her body shook between the three of us.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and Percy caught them with his thumbs while I held her jaw, keeping her face turned toward mine as the bond detonated through all four channels.
“Good,” I said against her mouth. “You’re so good.”
Percy pressed his forehead to hers. “Fucking incredible.”
Lucian’s chest rose and fell beside us, his hand still cupping her breast with possessiveness. Percy’s forehead dropped against her belly.
The heartbeats pulsed beneath his skin, steady and strong and present
The four of us settled into the den arrangement I’d built weeks ago.
Mira at the center, her body curving into the spaces between ours. Percy fell asleep first. His arm draped across her hip, his breathing evening out within minutes, finding rest in any circumstance.
Lucian stayed awake longer. His eyes met mine over Mira’s shoulder and the look that passed between us required no words. Shared history condensed into a single glance that said: we almost lost this. We won’t again.
He closed his eyes.
Mira’s hand found mine beneath the blankets. Her fingers interlaced with mine and rested on her stomach, over the babies, and she held me there with a grip that was stronger than a woman recovering from poisoning had any right to possess.
“One more day,” she whispered. “Then I go back.”
“I know.”
“Full bond strength this time. All three channels fueling me. Farmon’s supplements, Rheda’s adjustments, everything.”
“Yes, I know.”
“I’m going to finish this, Solomon.”
Her heartbeat was steady beneath our joined hands.
The babies pulsed in rhythm. The bond was full and complete, carrying the warmth of three alphas and a woman who’d survived everything this war had thrown at her and was preparing to walk back into the fire.
“I know,” I said. A third time. Because the woman I loved didn’t need my permission or my protection or my clinical assessment of the tactical risks.
She needed me to trust her.
My fingers tightened around hers.
The operation. The final push against an Order that had manufactured monsters and murdered mothers and imprisoned fathers for decades.
Mira would walk through those gates carrying three heartbeats beneath her ribs and three bond channels blazing in her chest and the full weight of an alliance that had been sanctioned by kings.
The compound would come soon enough. But not yet.
Tonight, she was here. We were all together.
For now, that’s all that matters.