Chapter 54
They would make Raye theirs. Together.
It took Raye an instant to fully follow it, as heat and disbelief tangled in her belly — but Gaelfr gave her a slow, dangerous grin, while Kalfr raised his brows, allowed the power and command to steal across his glittering eyes.
“So if you truly wish for this, Raye,” Kalfr said, “you will bare yourself for us, and open wide. Show us what is ours.”
Fuck. The hunger shot to Raye’s groin, and she nodded, fast and frantic, as she began tearing off her clothes.
Not even glancing around her, not caring who saw, because all that mattered was doing this, together.
And she spoke another silent prayer as her eyes instinctively flicked up to the moon, watching them. Blessing them.
Kalfr and Gaelfr’s eyes swept over Raye’s now-bare body with ever-rising approval, wanting her, trusting her — and she kept watching them in return, revelling in it, drinking it up, as she sank back onto the damp moss beneath her, and spread her legs wide.
Trusting them in return, showing them what was theirs, offering up her power without the slightest hesitation.
“I’m all yours, voreur,” she breathed toward Kalfr, holding his flashing eyes. “Yours, and your ástvinur’s. Please, grant me your favour. Let me share this with you both. Please.”
Kalfr’s hard, guttural moan felt like it vibrated the very earth beneath her, and in a jerky, wrenching movement, he was there. Here. He and Gaelfr both, Kalfr on his knees between Raye’s spread legs, with Gaelfr still close behind him, his strong arm clamped around Kalfr’s gasping chest.
“Not yet, ástin mín,” Gaelfr said, husky, as his other hand began yanking at Kalfr’s trousers, dragging them downwards. “You are yet mine, and I have waited long enough to have you thus — so your greedy mate must be patient, and wait her turn. She must watch, and witness this, and welcome it.”
Watch. Witness this. Welcome it. It was a taunt from Gaelfr, a test, maybe another punishment — but Raye knew it was important, too.
It was part of what Kalfr and Gaelfr should have done, even before that long-ago night.
They should have trusted her enough to give her the truth, and she should have had a chance to welcome it, or not. To witness it, and make her own choice.
So Raye nodded, waiting, watching, as Gaelfr finished shoving Kalfr’s trousers downwards, releasing his bare cock into the open air.
It was already hard, bobbing straight out toward Raye’s sprawled waiting body, and Gaelfr’s big hand gripped roughly against it, circling it with stark familiarity, tugging it with surprising force.
A movement that instantly milked out a thick, shining bead of white from Kalfr’s slit, and as Gaelfr kept stroking, that bead kept growing, hovering, until it dropped and dangled, hanging toward Raye’s waiting body in a slowly lengthening string.
It was perhaps another part of the test, Gaelfr showing Raye how easily he could handle her mate, how he could milk him like that, drag up his gasps and moans.
And Kalfr didn’t even twitch when Gaelfr’s other hand shoved down behind him, moving with decisive purpose.
Touching Kalfr, maybe stretching him open, readying him for this, the way he’d so often done with Raye.
And there was no denying Kalfr’s pleasure in it.
The way his eyes fluttered lower, his sharp tooth biting his lip, his gleaming chest shuddering with his breaths.
While his jutting cock beneath Gaelfr’s steady strokes kept bobbing and leaking, pooling that shining strand of seed longer and thicker, swaying it back and forth with a shameless abandon that felt shockingly obscene.
“Good, ástin mín,” Gaelfr breathed into Kalfr’s ear, as he shoved down his own trousers, and gripped both hands at Kalfr’s hips. “You will now welcome my strong ploughing, ach?”
Kalfr rapidly nodded, arching back for him, opening for him — and when Gaelfr pushed forward, Raye could almost feel it.
Could feel Gaelfr’s fat, blunt cock breaching into her mate, shoving hard and decisive past his defenses, barging his way in.
And fuck, the way Kalfr responded to it, his entire body curving, his head tilted back, his throat bared, his groan almost a cry.
While his jutting cock bucked and dipped and spurted, spattering its string of white full across Raye’s bare belly.
Behind him, Gaelfr’s burning eyes caught on Raye, holding with silent demanding triumph. Showing her, beyond all doubt, his pure, clear ownership of her mate, and what he would have gladly done to Kalfr while she’d watched, that long-ago night.
And yes, perhaps Raye could admit, the quiver of jealousy was still there, too.
Jealousy that Gaelfr could so easily make Kalfr look like that, like — her eyes snapped back up to the moon — like the son of the goddess he was.
Like a powerful, otherworldly being dropped among them, blessed with warmth and pleasure and magic.
And if there was any weakness in this, in Kalfr welcoming his sworn ástvinur’s tending like this, Raye couldn’t see it — and the longer she watched, the more it felt like something else entirely.
Like a straight channel to the divine, perhaps, a way for Kalfr to draw down the goddess’ light, and make it his own.
And as Raye kept watching, witnessing, feeling the truth of it splash against her skin, that certainty only kept growing, prickling and peculiar.
Kalfr truly did need this. He’d needed this, all this time.
And perhaps he really had lost the goddess without it — not because the goddess had abandoned him, but because she’d given this to him, made it his with vows and pleasure, until it had become such a deep part of him that he would forever grieve its loss.
“What do you say, greedy woman?” came Gaelfr’s ragged voice, and oh, he was now thrusting in earnest, skin slapping against skin. And with every thrust, Kalfr juddered and gasped, spurting out a fresh flare of white onto Raye’s belly, marking her with their pleasure. “Are you jealous?”
Raye’s mouth let out a hoarse, betraying sound, and her head nodded, all on its own. “Yes,” she gasped back. “So jealous. Fuck.”
Gaelfr’s eyes flashed with more triumph, with something else Raye couldn’t name. And as if to dig the wound deeper, he again gripped at Kalfr’s swaying cock, pumping out more spurts of white, all over Raye’s gasping body. “Keep speaking this, woman,” he rasped. “Tell us.”
Kalfr’s hazy eyes were flickering on Raye too, holding her gaze through long fluttering lashes, and her hand slipped down her front, slid into his slippery warmth on her skin. She was still part of this, she could still trust them, be brave…
“Kalfr is — so right, like this,” she gasped, again drinking up the sight of his lean arching body, his rich gleaming skin, the halo of shimmering curls around his face. “With you beside him, behind him, inside him. I should have seen it. Should have realized.”
The triumph flared harder across Gaelfr’s eyes, his hand still pumping Kalfr’s shaft, his teeth now scraping at Kalfr’s throat. Again taunting Raye, rubbing it in, perhaps, but beneath the eye of the goddess, she could keep trusting them enough to know they needed it, and maybe she needed it, too.
“It’s just — not something any woman wants to face, is it?
” Raye whispered. “Knowing that her mate already has a gorgeous, powerful partner who can give him something you can’t.
And even if your mate tries to deny it, you know how much he needs it.
He needs someone else to help him, and uphold him, and fuck him, someone who isn’t you, and you just —”
Her mouth twisted, her hand clutching against her slick belly. “You just wish you could have that, too,” she croaked. “Goddess, how couldn’t you?”
Her other hand waved shaky toward them, toward Kalfr’s beautiful body, lit up with all his power and pleasure, and with Gaelfr’s stubborn, bulky strength behind him.
With Gaelfr giving this to him so freely, offering up such love and care and fealty, with no conditions, no demands in return.
No need to keep a vow, to atone, to prove it, to obey, to give him a son…
And suddenly, Raye was flooded with the desire to weep, to cover her eyes, maybe even to jump up, and run away. Because she didn’t have this, she couldn’t compete with this, and why was she still even trying —
But then, something shifted. Stuttered. Gaelfr’s movements slowing, perhaps, because Kalfr was finally leaning forward toward her, and it was — Gaelfr’s hands, guiding him. Giving her this.
“Ach, but now that you have witnessed our truth, woman,” Gaelfr said, his voice gruff, his eyes intent on Raye’s face, “we will yet grant you all this. Now take what is ours, ástin mín.”
Kalfr’s breath heaved out, his weight falling to his elbows over Raye, his arms bracketing her face.
Flooding her with the scent of him, the strength of him — and as she found his eyes, so raw and bright and desperate on hers, there was yet more comprehension, swirling through her scattering thoughts.
Yes, Kalfr needed this — but not just with Gaelfr.
He needed it with her, too. With both his bondmates, together.
And Raye didn’t know whether to laugh, or cling to him, or weep.
Her beautiful, clever, goddess-kissed mate, trusting her, touching her, wanting to show her his truth, to make her his.
He held her gaze as he eased closer, his dripping cock now nudging between her legs, asking the silent question. And Raye urgently nodded as she clutched her arms around him, drawing him down closer. Welcoming his slow, steady slide inside, carving her open, thrilling her from the inside out.