Chapter 37 Dove
thirty-seven
Dove
His mouth comes back to find mine, lips diving in. My pussy is throbbing to the beat of our hearts. That knot of his is wedged fully inside, filling me.
Gods, I’m sure to be bruised. But I couldn’t be happier—both of these men are mine. Reaching my hand out, I find a familiar, smooth palm. I relax fully into the scruffy stubble of the wolf plastered to my mouth, our tongues tangling in a post-sex knotting dance.
He slowly pulls away, nipping my lips, leaning his forehead against mine.
“Gods, Songbird, you’re magnificent.”
Fingers grip me tight from my other side, errant flutterings in my stomach making themselves known, my eyes watering.
Is this what love feels like? Romantic, soul-bending intimacy. I’ve never had this before, let alone with two people.
However, this here, right now, seems like it was always meant to be. Was I always supposed to find these two males? The shards of my heart slowly mend themselves back together because of my golden fae prince and my big, beastly wolf.
“You having fun, Pet?”
It’s like a slap to my face. The dark, ashy voice of the daemon—our tether no longer frayed. Finally whole again.
My face falls. Gideon traces a thick finger over my furrowed skin, his own bushy brow rising in question.
“What do you want, Fury?”
“Is that any way to treat your bonded—the bonded who nearly sacrificed all of his power to save you?” Surely, he didn’t nearly sacrifice all of his power for me.
For me?
No way.
We don’t like each other. In fact, I’d go as far as to say we hate each other.
“We are only bonded so you can get off that island. If I die, your hope of leaving dies, too. That’s the only reason you kept me alive.”
The other end of the line goes silent.
He’s quiet for once. However, something does feel off. Where’s his smart retort? I am chock-full of wolf cock right now, and he has nothing else to say?
“Where’s your mind right now, Songbird?” Gideon huddles closer, his gruff voice near my ear, our bodies brushing.
“When will it go down?” I murmur, a slight wobble to my voice.
Only movements ago, I was begging him, and now I’m shy about asking him when his knot will go down.
Just great. “Not that I want it to go down. I’m just curious.
” Surprisingly, his size didn’t matter at all when it came to us fitting together.
He laughs, his length pulsing inside of me, making me hotter than the primary and secondary suns combined.
“It will go down in time. I’ve never seen my knot so big before.”
“Really?” It’s an automatic response I barely register before it slips out. I’m also glad I’m the only one to have done that to him—to the millennia dyre wolf shifter. My heart is pitter-pattering something violent with this new information.
A God bond may not tether us, but there’s a draw to my beast. I feel like I’m waiting for something else—more. What it is, I can’t say.
Unable to forget about the desperate fae prince also on the bed, watching us, I turn my head, eyeing him.
“I want what you promised me before.”
His violet eyes gleam with mischief. “Are you sure?” He’s asking Gideon more than me. The wolf shifter pushes his chest off my body, our lower halves still firmly locked as he sits up, nodding to give his permission.
Finally, I get to taste the sweet summer pine of Rivern trickling down my throat.
With both of them filling me, everything feels right in the world. There is a dark string pulling at my heart, though—one that won’t let me go. And as much as I try, I can’t forget about him.
The stamina of these two males is too much for my poor human body. I’m out of it, somewhere between my eighth and ninth orgasm. For the most part, I was knotted, but that only made the orgasms stronger. Rivern also got his wish of painting my body with his cum.
When I wake up for the second time in the jiggling clamshell bed, it is with two large males curled around me. I am content for the first time—maybe the only rhythm in my life. Still, I have a niggling, Fury-sized tether tugging me in his direction, telling me something or someone is missing.
I ignore it.
I ignore him.
We are back at the table, my clothes no longer askew, and I’m being fed more of the delicious orange balls while I’m perched on Rivern’s knee.
Gideon sits opposite us, gazing at me like he would rather eat me.
At his curled lips, I can’t help but smile back, his eyes smouldering me down to the tips of my toes.
“So, when do we have to put this show on for Her Majesty?” I ask.
Both males are quiet for a beat, Rivern speaking first.
“Anytime she summons us. Maybe if we are lucky, it’s not what we think. What if she only wants us to act out different animals, or an epic drama between fighting kingdoms?”
I swallow before I’m ready, and Gideon holds some small type of dead fish before his mouth. Choking on my insufficiently chewed food, I cough, letting it go down harshly. My eyes water.
“I really don’t think she wants us to play mock dramas for her like we are puppets. The tone of her voice was pretty clear. And what of Moyrie?”
Moyrie still hasn’t come back to the room. Rivern and Gideon told me that a mer ushered her away earlier when the food arrived. Perhaps Calypso and Moyrie have been talking about breeding strategies. However, I really doubt that, considering they can’t communicate.
Alarm bells are ringing, but there’s not much we can do. This is the plan, and I’m determined to push forward. We have gotten the hard part out of the way… Gideon and I had sex.
I should really look into a pregnancy prevention tonic when we get back to Haven.
Babies are not on the cards at the moment.
We are going to be heading into a hostile situation with the Kingdom of Haven.
I have no doubt he won’t go down without a fight.
In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realise I can’t use Saff to blow him up in his manor.
The king has many villagers working for him—innocent people.
Killing innocents is not on the agenda.
While I’m deep in thought, they come to fetch us.
Time’s up.
I expect them to usher us into a bedroom, but instead, we find ourselves back in the throne room. Maybe we are putting on some dramatic rendition of court intrigue, like Rivern was suggesting? Or a spicy version, at least.
Queen Calypso sits on her rock throne while Moyrie stands beside her with a bowl of those delicious orange balls. I’m salivating at the thought of the orbs. They’re oddly addictive.
We stop before the throne, my small entourage bowing before the dais. “Queen Calypso, where would you like us?” I ask, trying to ascertain what she might want of us.
“I see you are well rested. Especially you, beige one.” She points her finger at me. I take it as a compliment.
“Yes, Your Majesty. Your accommodation and the food were exactly what we needed.”
“Perfect.” She claps her hands together before cutting straight to the point. “Stay where you are. I want to see you kiss the big beast this time.” She looks almost giddy at the prospect. My head swivels to the side where the beast in question is towering over me.
“She wants us to kiss,” I inform my wolf.
He grumbles something under his breath.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I can make out with Rivern again.
We have done it before in this room in front of everyone.
We could easily do it again. I don’t need to—Gideon has his broad hands around my back, sweeping me off my feet so my legs wrap around his torso, my lips perfectly lined up with his.
“If it’s a kiss she wants, I’ll give her a Godsdamned kiss.”
Gideon’s mouth descends on mine. Every time he kisses me, it is better than the last. My lips are zinging with electricity.
Argus doesn’t make a sound, my coals lighting for a whole new reason—one where I’m melting from sizzling touches and scorching amber.
Neither of us is willing to close our eyes, afraid to miss a moment of seeing the other this close up, noticing each freckle and scar that flecks our bodies.
The scars above his eye only make me melt further into him.
I rub my skirted core along his naked body. We both groan loudly.
Clasped around his front, our hands tug at each other’s hair, exploring the unknown depths of the other’s mouth and the unifying taste within. Until I hear an audible noise in the background… Laughter?
Unwillingly ripping my mouth off of Gideon’s, I face Calypso, whose eyes are wide with glee as she claps her hands loudly and laughs.
“Oh, my,” she exclaims. “I didn’t think you would do it. But here you are, ready to sacrifice your bodies to each other, and with so much passion. I’m dripping just at the sight of both of you.”
I release my hands from Gideon’s hair. “We don’t have to…?” I question the queen.
She shakes her head. “No.” She laughs. “I don’t need you to fuck. It would be fun to watch. I wanted to make sure you were serious about your deal. You do seem very convincing.”
“Yes, we are very serious about this deal with you.” I try my best to act like I have the authority to assuage her fears.
“Well, that’s that, then. Let’s go.”
I balk. That’s it? We are going right now? I almost feel like we are missing something…
And it comes to me. The pearls. I promised Moyrie I would find out why they disappeared from the Silver Sands.
“Before we leave, can I ask you one more question?”
Queen Calypso flicks her hand, her large eyes narrowing on me. “I suppooose.” She draws the word out.
“Do you know what happened to the pearls in the Silver Sands?”