Chapter 6 Dove
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Dove
“Iknow.” The smirk that greets me is utterly tantalising.
As I feel my throbbing core continue to clench around his cock, a thought finds me. A voice that says I don’t deserve this. This compassion, this love, this pleasure. My lips turn downward.
“Whoa, hey, what just happened?” Rivern trails his finger along the angle of my cheekbone. His other hand grips my hip.
“I…was just remembering something…” My words trail off.
Pushing in on a growl, my prince whispers in my ear, “If anything but pleasure is on your mind, I’m not doing my job properly, love.” Tingles shoot from his lingering lips on my ear down south. My groan comes out lengthy and resigned to his ministrations of my body.
“I have to tell you something,” my nervous whisper comes out on the trickle of a laugh as we continue to push in and out, being caught by the invisible thread that keeps pulling us back together.
I wonder if it will ever let us go? Not that I’m complaining.
I agree with Rivern—death could find me happy within this moment. I wouldn’t bat an eyelid.
“Love, you better tell me quickly because I’m so close to working you back into a frenzy.” He was already working me into a frenzy with his lingering kisses and licks over different parts of my neck and collarbone.
“You’re my first.” I rush out the words.
This isn’t a conversation I want to have.
It isn’t something I have given much thought to, given my meagre status in life.
I’ve never had someone inside me like this before.
It’s one of the reasons the high priestess coveted me for her rituals; virgin blood is the purest, after all.
“Mmmm, love, I know.” His lips nip down towards my breast. I still.
“What?” I question.
He stops, breathing a heated need over my chest. “I didn’t always know, but when we fully bonded, it confirmed that you have not been with another.”
I scoff. “And if I had been with another?”
“I would find them and gut them for tasting what’s mine.” Oh, goddess, give me strength.
I push at him. “But you’d let me lie with Gideon?” At the thought of the wolf, I look over at him. Dark, night eyes pierce through mine, his hand ever so slowly gliding up his shaft, where I can see beads of pre-cum pooling down the sides. I lick my lips.
Rivern thrusts deep, murmuring, “Mmmm, the wolf has proven himself. Any other male would be begging you to suck his dick by now, yet he waits for your orders, my love. Look how much he wants you. How hard is he for you?” My thighs clench around Rivern’s waist at his heart-pounding words.
“Sometimes, two cocks are better than one.”
My face finds his. “Have you…” I gulp. “Have you been with a male before?” I can already sense he has slept with others.
My curiosity wants to know more. Does he like the idea of Gideon joining us?
I want him to take pleasure in it, too, even if it’s just from watching me.
I never want to intentionally cause him pain.
His eyes shine with mirth. The teasing prince likes watching me squirm on his cock. “I’ve had my fair share of fun, but now it’s time for us to treat you.” He adds his next words in my head. “And I know for a fact that the wolf has been tearing himself up inside to get to your soaking pussy.”
I don’t know how he could know that. However, as I see Gideon’s eyes, entirely black, his muscles tense and his cock jumping within his grip, I know it to be true.
And I do something I never—not in a million turns—thought I would do. I call the wolf to me. “Gideon,” I let out a lengthy breath while Rivern uses his fingers to play with the opening his cock is currently occupying.
“What are you doing?” I wriggle in Rivern’s hold, my focus still trained on the now very still wolf shifter.
“I’m just seeing how full I can get you.
” Goddess, I’m already bursting, and he is trying to add his fingers into the mix.
I would’ve thought it would be painful. Nothing with Rivern is painful.
It’s like my body welcomes anything from him.
His cock, his fingers, his mouth. I open for him.
Besides this situation I now find myself in, I’ve never felt more serene.
“Gideon, come here.” This time, I make my intentions known. He furrows his brow in question. “I won’t ask again, Gideon,” I exhale on a whine as Rivern’s magic fingers find my aching clit.
“Oh, yesss.” The feeling of him running circles makes me melt into the mattress further, just when a shadow falls over the bed.
Looking up, I see pools of forever staring down at me. Gideon’s gruff features question my face, one eyebrow cocked.
Another tormenting flick comes from my clit. Aching, pleasure-filled lightning bolts shoot through my abdomen, making my inner walls clench down on Rivern’s cock harder with every flick. “Rivernnnn—” I moan, my eyes closing before pinging back open.
A scent fills my lungs, musky spice and sandalwood. I want to taste. Gideon has not moved from the side of the bed. My eyes wander down his exceptionally broad and muscular torso until they find what I couldn’t keep my eyes off before—his cock.
I’ve heard stories of the warden shifters’ cocks. Idle whispers. The old servants within the temple loved to gossip. There were all sorts of tales of how they had monster cocks that would tear women apart.
Seeing one now in the flesh, it is massive—intimidating, even. The head drips liquid onto the sheets below, begging me to lick and taste, though what I find at the base is truly alarming—the knot.
Another rumour that passed through the servant gossip chain was how the warden shifters grew enormous bulbs they called knots at the base of their cocks when they were aroused, and no woman had ever had one inside them.
No matter how much they begged, the shifters never fully seated themselves within a female.
I used to laugh at the old women under my breath. Surely, the stories were pure gossip—entertainment for their hungry minds in our monotonous world. Turns out, I was wrong.
So wrong.
Here I lie, staring at a bulge on the base of Gideon’s cock that is nearly double the size of his very extensive girth. I have to blink a few times to understand that what I see is reality.
“Taste him, love.” Rivern’s voice is playful.
Not one to back down from a challenge, even though I’m frozen at the size of his considerable cock, I tentatively reach my hand out towards Gideon’s body. He’s not close enough, so I motion for him to move onto the bed.
The natural-hued sheets glide under him as he follows my instructions, climbing onto the plush comfort of our wide, circular mattress. Moving closer on his knees, my hand brushes against Gideon’s taut thigh.
I still, electricity coursing through my limbs at the sudden touch, my eyes finding his.
Rivern pulls back. My legs fall from his side.
I’m about to protest the move, but he reads my intentions before I speak them.
“I’m just giving you better access, love.
” Seeing him now kneeling between my legs, still very much firmly seated within me, my panic loosens.
My body, my heart, my damned soul does not want Rivern moving from my body anytime soon.
“It’s the bonding tethers,” a gruff voice says from my side.
Eyes wide, I notice Gideon looking up and down my body. “What bonding tethers?” I ask.
My hand holds onto his thigh, my nails digging in, feeling his heat under my skin.
A strangled purring comes from his throat at my touch, his cock jumping towards me.
“When you are God-bonded, as you both are, once you connect bodies, you will not be able to separate until the female is satisfactorily seeded.”
I blanch. “What?”
Rivern holds back my inner thighs, saying at the same time, “Fine with me.”
My eyes roll over to him. “Did you not hear the part where he said, ‘satisfactorily seeded’? What am I, some crop to be farmed?”
That gives both males pause to laugh. I shoot my free hand out to slap at Rivern’s firm chest. He stops laughing, instead quirking a brow at me and punching his cock deep inside.
“Argh, stop that, you tyrant.” He doesn’t stop, my wetness and pleasure growing while he moves back and forth with his hips, rocking me to new heights. His hands spread my thighs unbelievably wide, his fingers kneading my flesh.
The head of his cock has magically found some new, exotic place inside me that makes me see stars. A place I didn’t know could ever exist. I’m a panting mess under him.
Rivern doesn’t stop pushing inside me. His golden lines glisten. He pounds until I break, wetness gushing down my thighs, my breath coming in short and sharp. Goddess, how did he do that? My mind is a pleasured haze.
He just utterly changed the conversation.
Clenching my walls hard around him on another orgasm aftershock, Rivern once again spills himself inside me, grunting his pleasure. “Mmmm, this seeding business is fun,” he says, a lazy grin finding me.
I shake my head. “Fine. I know of some herbs I can take, so you can seed me all you like without consequences.”
Flaming violet eyes stare down at me, pain lacerating them at my words. His hurt finds me instantly. The rejection of our young. Rejection of him. Fuck, I didn’t mean that.
“Come here,” I say softly. The fae prince brooding before me. “Come on,” I encourage. That’s all the motivation he needs to lie himself over my naked body.
I have not forgotten the wolf beside me, continuing to dig my nails further into his skin to make him stay put. I’m not finished with him yet.
“There’s so much we need to do before we even consider having a family.” I stroke my free hand up Rivern’s back, soothing him, the hurt slowly ebbing away.