Chapter 20 #3
And all it will cost me is everything.
I moan, arching. My wings spread beneath me, heating up. They scorch and blacken the wingbones.
Freya glances down at me, before she breaks away from the kiss. “Oh, fuck.”
She drops over me, laying her forehead against mine. I curl my claws over her back, deliberately ripping her dress down the back, pulling it off her shoulders to touch as much of her skin as possible.
“He’s burning up.” Freya scans my face. “He’s going into rut.”
“His eyes are doing that swirly, amber thing.” Daire lies next to me, pointedly resting his sharp teeth against my throat in warning. “Is Hadrian here?”
“Not yet.” I take deep breaths of Freya’s pheromones, as she purrs and nuzzles me. “He’d have burned Sheut to ash in s-s-s-earch...”
What was I saying?
What was…?
I try to say the word again, but I can’t work out how to form it. My fangs elongate even further.
“You’re going feral.” Daire’s fangs imprint themselves against my skin; it grounds me.
I hump against Freya, desperate for relief. “Once b-bonded…a d-d-dragon…” What was I saying? I growl, before trying again. They both patiently wait for me. “A d-dragon s-s-shouldn’t be s-separated from their m-m-mate.”
“Idiot.” This time Daire says it more fiercely. “Then Aurelius, Hadrian, or whoever the hell you are, we’d better fuck.”
I manage to huff a laugh. “Romantic.”
“I’m angry with you right now, dragon. But hate sex can be sexy.”
I narrow my eyes. The fae wants hate sex?
My amber eyes swirl. Ancient darkness rises through me.
Shadows wind from me like a thousand tiny threads. They rip Daire’s robe, shredding it from his athletic body. He yells in shock as he’s bared.
I grin, viciously, as I claw at Freya’s robe, dragging it off to reveal her delicious curves.
I allow out the savagery inside as the rut overtakes me.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the sight of Freya’s beautiful breasts and peaked nipples.
My Omega.
My love.
My true empire.
How do they not know that I am Emperor Hadrian, the last and only emperor to have conquered every kingdom in the Shadow Realms?
A destroyer of kingdoms.
Death on shadowed wings.
And I will be it again.
My consorts belong to me, as much as they do to Aurelius.
More in fact, because they called to me to save them in Bael. The wolf bonded with me. I bit her sweet neck.
I have waited for untold centuries for my Golden fated mates to return.
I won’t miss this chance to make them mine, along with the realms, eternally.
Then I will rule over a land of bones and blood, and no one will force me to watch my beloved mates turned to ash by my own dagger, before turning it on me.
Revenge? Aurelius has no idea what it means.
I push the wolf up with a growl, sweeping my wings around her. Then I wrap the fae in my shadows, holding him down on his back. He struggles for a moment, cradled in the bones of my relative.
“Still,” I growl through my fangs, leaning down to drag them over his neck, attempting to destroy the vampire’s mark. His eyelashes flutter. “Obey.”
“Aye.” Daire stops thrashing in the shadows’ hold, and I use them to stretch out his wings, until he’s pinned beneath my Omega and me.
He needs to learn his place within this pack.
My King will always still receive pleasure, however, as long as he obeys his emperor.
“Good Omega.” I grip my wolf by her hair, positioning her over the fae’s hard cock. “Suck your Alpha.”
She glances up at Daire, meeting his gaze.
She smiles at him, before giving him a teasing, kitten lick.
The fae moans. “Mean, love.”
I spank her ass, lightly. “I gave you a command, Omega.”
Omegas nowadays aren’t the same as I remember them. She’s daring to tease an Alpha.
Freya gives me a half-hooded look over her shoulder. “Hmm, that felt good. Spank me again.”
My wings flap in rage, while Daire chuckles.
“Tough luck.” The fae dares to wink. “Our Omega’s pussy becomes soaking wet from an erotic spanking. You’re just positively reinforcing her to brat.”
Beautiful, fiery, filled with life…impossible.
Mine.
I can hardly believe it after all this time.
I grab Freya by the hair, winding it around my fist, even though I can tell by the fae’s grin that this is what she wanted from the start. Then I force her mouth up and down his long, thick shaft. I take the control, face fucking her, as Daire bares his neck in a way that no Alpha should and moans.
I don’t understand either of them, but together, they look stunning.
My knot is pulsing.
My wings spread out; ash clouds the air from their tips.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I need to be inside my Omega.
I let go of her hair to grab her hips instead, pulling her up, while she works on her first Alpha.
She lays her hands on Daire’s hips as well to steady herself. I can feel her through my shadows, which are tying Daire over the bones.
Freya strokes him in time with her rhythmic sucking.
I trace over my pink handprint on her ass.
My powerful Omega enjoyed that, did she?
I spank Freya again, wanting to add a second mark to her. Claim her even more firmly as mine.
She whimpers around Daire’s cock, pushing her ass out for me.
I slap her again on the other side of the ass — crack, crack.
She must look even.
I clench my jaw, desperate to fuck between her rosy cheeks.
I shove her legs apart, studying her glistening pussy.
It is wet with slick for me.
Throbbing for me.
We were made for each other.
I rip my breeches open. My hard cock pushes up against Freya’s pussy.
She arches her back, struggling to back onto me and take my cock. But I am in control here.
I grin, wickedly.
She teased the fae. Now, it’s my turn.
I run the head of my cock over Freya’s clit and then up and down her pussy, sometimes dipping it just into the entrance but then out, until she is writhing with frustration.
I lean over Freya; my back is pressed against hers.
My wings beat.
My nails rake across her shoulders, before hooking into her skin.
Not once has Freya stopped driving the fae relentlessly toward his own ecstasy.
“Do you want me to knot you, my Omega?” I ask.
Freya attempts to frantically nod; she’s shaking.
I thrust into her hard.
“My Omega and Alpha.” I rut Freya savagely, as we’re surrounded by ash and bone. My pleasure hits, hard and fast. My knot inflates, holding us together; I only wish that it could be forever. “Swallow.”
And Freya does, as Daire howls and comes.
I don’t release Daire from the shadows, however, as Freya is not released from the knot.
A feral rut will last for at least the rest of this day, and I expect to fuck my mates in every possible way, until they are dazed and flying with pleasure.
Aurelius promises to burn his own kingdom down for them, but I will burn every kingdom.
Then we can always be together — safe and alive amidst the dead.