Chapter 3
Three
Hilda
I must have lost my damn mind!
I’m still impaled on Callum’s knot, my mind spinning, trying to process what just happened.
What’s still happening, actually.
I summoned the huntsman to kill Snow White. Instead, he cleared my throne room, sat on my throne, and claimed me. Knotted me. Called me his mate.
And the worst part? The absolutely terrifying part?
I don’t want him to stop. Fuck me…
The loneliness that’s been eating me alive for most of my life is gone. Just… gone. Poof! In its place, there’s a warm, golden feeling in my chest. A bond I can feel, humming between us. Disgusting.
He’s still inside me, his knot keeping us locked together, and every time it pulses I feel another flood of his seed. It should be humiliating. I’m the Queen. I give the orders. I maintain control.
Except right now I’m sitting in a huntsman’s lap, thoroughly claimed, and I can’t even find it in myself to be angry about it. What the hell is wrong with me?!
“Stop thinking so loud,” Callum rumbles against my hair.
“I’m not…”
“I can feel you spiraling.” His hand slides over my stomach, possessive and warm. “My omega is content. It’s your head that’s making problems.”
He’s not wrong. My body is purring, satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced. But my mind is screaming that this is insane, that I barely know him, that I summoned him to commit murder, not… whatever the fuck this is.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I finally admit, hating how small my voice sounds.
“You’re being claimed by your mates.” He says it so simply, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Your body recognized mine. The bond formed. Everything else is details.”
“Details,” I repeat incredulously. “I ordered you to kill my stepdaughter.”
“Yeah, not doing that.” His tone is amused. “You can forget about whatever the fuck that was about. Snow White lives her life. You live yours. With us.”
“Us,” I echo, remembering what he said before. “Your brothers.”
“Yes.” His knot pulses and I gasp, clenching around him. “They were waiting outside the castle. Didn’t want to scare you with three massive alphas at a first meeting.”
An incredulous laugh escapes me. “Very considerate.”
He winks, all ruggedly handsome rascal. “I thought so.” His hand strokes my side. “Now they’re probably tearing through the castle trying to get to you.”
As if on cue, there’s a commotion outside the throne room. Shouts. The clash of weapons. A roar that sounds decidedly inhuman.
“Stand down!” A male voice bellows. “We’re here for our mate!”
More shouts. Something crashes.
“That would be Arkan,” Callum says, smiling. “He’s not big on patience.”
I blink, looking between the doors and his face. “Your brothers are attacking my guards?”
“Your guards are trying to stop them from reaching their mate.” He shrugs, still nuzzling my neck like all of this is perfectly normal.
Then the throne room doors slam open and I freeze.
A massive male storms in…his dark brown hair is wild, his eyes blazing, his massive chest heaving. Even from across the room, I catch his scent…pine and leather and something primal. He’s covered in what looks like stone dust and he’s fucking magnificent.
Behind him, my guards are sprawled in the hallway, groaning. Thoroughly discouraged from getting up again.
“Our mate.” The male’s voice is rough and dark.
Oh shit.
I try to turn to see him properly, but Callum’s knot keeps me locked in place. I can only watch as this new alpha…Arkan, I suppose…stalks closer, his nostrils flaring.
“I can smell you on her,” he growls at Callum.
Arkan’s eyes drop to where we’re joined, and he groans. “Fuck. She’s perfect.”
I should say something. Assert some authority. Remind them I’m the Queen and he just assaulted my guards.
Instead, I just stare as Arkan drops to his knees in front of us. He’s eye level with me now, and up close he’s even more devastating. Handsome in a rough, brutal way that makes my mouth go dry.
“Hi, Omega,” he rasps out.
“I…hello. You just…my guards…” Great, now I stutter.
“Tried to keep me from my mate.” He says it like that explains everything. “Bad decision on their part.”
“You can’t just attack…”
His jaw ticks. “They’re fine. Nothing was keeping me from you, my queen. Nothing.”
From the hallway, I hear one of my guards groan.
But that barely registers when Arkan leans in, his nose almost touching my throat, and breathes deep. He’s too close; his scent flooding my lungs, pine and rich earth and alpha musk…and I gasp as the bond in my chest expands to make room for him. A second thread, just as strong as the first.
“I can feel you,” I whisper, pressing a hand to my chest. “Both of you. How…”
“You’re our omega. Soon you’ll feel all three of us,” Callum explains.
“Three,” I repeat faintly. “There’s still another…”
And that’s when another roar echoes through the castle. Close. Loud.
More crashes. More shouts. Someone screams, “IT’S A FUCKING WOLF!”
“Baylin,” Callum rumbles through a chuckle. “He doesn’t bother with his human form when he’s in a hurry.”
“A wolf!” I squeak. “There’s a wolf in my castle!”
Arkan adds helpfully, “He’s less… controlled than we are.”
“Less controlled,” I echo, listening to what sounds like furniture being demolished in the hallway.
“He’ll be fine once he claims you,” Callum assures me. “Probably.”
“Probably?” I feel my eyebrows reach my hairline.
Arkan’s hand cups my face, turning me back to him. “Don’t worry about Baylin yet. Worry about me.”
His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Open.”
I consider refusing for less than a second. Then I open my mouth, completely unable to resist the temptation of tasting him.
He slides his thumb inside, and I taste salt and something wild. Without thinking, I close my lips around it and suck, my eyes fluttering.
Arkan’s pupils blow wide. “Oh, our omega is going to be so much fun.”
Callum chuckles behind me. “Told you.”
“When does your knot go down?” Arkan asks, still staring at me.
“Soon.” Callum shifts slightly, and I whimper at the sensation. “Then she’s all yours, brother. Just try not to hog our mate.”
“No promises.” Arkan pulls his thumb from my mouth, dragging it down my chin, my throat.
The bond in my chest flares…that same golden warmth, but different. Stronger now. Two threads instead of one.
“I can really feel you both,” I whisper, incredulous. I feel so good, so warm, content. Like nothing I ever experienced.
Arkan’s hum drops to a growl.
Another crash comes from the hallway. Closer.
“He’s going to be… intense,” Callum says with a wicked smirk.
“He’s going to be feral,” Arkan corrects. He looks at me. “Where are your private chambers?”
I can barely think. Can barely speak. All I feel is heat, pleasure, need, hunger for these alphas…
“Down the hall. To the right. Third door…”
Callum’s knot finally starts to soften. I feel him begin to slip out of me, and instantly mourn the loss, whining, clamping around him.
“Easy, little one,” Callum murmurs against my temple. “Arkan’s going to take care of you now.”
Callum pulls out and I feel his cum leak. Hot and thick, sliding down my thighs. I should be disgusted. Instead, I’m empty and aching and desperate to be filled again.
Arkan stands, reaching for me. Callum helps lift me, transferring me to Arkan’s arms like I weigh fucking nothing.
“My court…” I start weakly.
“We’ll tell them to stay clear of the Queen’s chambers for the next few days.”
“D… days?” My eyes bug out.
“At least.” He starts walking toward the doors. “We have a lot of claiming to do, omega.”
We pass the hallway and I see the destruction. Broken furniture. Dented armor. Guards sitting against the walls, looking dazed.
Callum follows behind us. I feel both of them through the bond. Their possessiveness, their fucking hunger for me.
Another howl echoes through the castle. And stone cracks somewhere.
“Baylin’s getting close,” Callum observes.
Arkan picks up the pace, carrying me toward my chambers while behind us, something very large and very angry tears through my castle.
And the craziest part in all this is that I can’t wait to meet him… Hilda, you fucking crazy bitch…
Arkan kicks open my chamber door and carries me inside. My massive bed dominates the space. The same bed I’ve slept in alone for years. But not anymore, apparently.
He lays me on the bed and I get a good look at him. Dark hair, intense eyes, scars crisscrossing his arms and chest…visible where his shirt is open. Powerful and dangerous and mine.
Mine? Oh, God… what am I thinking?!
“Yours,” Arkan confirms, and I realize I said it out loud. Fuck. “Just like you’re ours.”
Callum settles into a large armchair near the fireplace, unlacing his shirt. Powerful scarred chest on full display, legs spread, looking like some barbarian king.
“He’s going to watch,” I breathe out, my clit tingling at the thought.
“He is.” Arkan starts removing my torn dress, his movements torturously slow. “We share everything, omega. Including you.”
The dress falls away and I’m bare beneath it. No undergarments left…Callum destroyed those. Just me, naked and marked and still leaking his seed.
“Perfect,” Arkan breathes. “Look at you. All claimed and messy and ours.”
I should cover myself, at least try to maintain some modesty.
Instead, I arch slightly, presenting myself, an omega demanding approval from her alpha. This is insane! Who is even this woman?!
“That’s it,” Arkan growls. “Show me what’s mine.”
He drops to his knees between my thighs, and I realize what he’s about to do.
“Wait…” I try pushing against his impossibly broad shoulders.
“No waiting.” He spreads my legs wider, staring at my cunt. “I’m going to taste you. Taste you and Callum mixed together. Taste what’s ours.”
Then his mouth is on me, and I can’t do anything but scream.
He eats me out like a starving beast, his tongue lapping up Callum’s cum and my slick, groaning at the taste. I’m oversensitive from Callum’s claiming, from being knotted, and the sensation is almost too much.
“Arkan…please…I can’t…” I whimper loudly.
“You can.” He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. “You will. Come on my tongue, omega. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart.”
His tongue finds my clit and I shatter, coming so hard I see stars.
He works me through it, licking and sucking, drawing it out until I’m sobbing.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me, making my body jerk, my thighs clamp around his head, fingers digging through his hair, pulling, voice hoarse from crying out.
“Please…please…too much…”
“Not nearly enough.” He pulls back, his face glistening with combined juices and saliva. “But I need to be inside you. Need to knot you.”
He stands, stripping off his clothes with quick, jerky movements. His body is similar to Callum’s…huge, scarred, powerful. But his cock when he frees it makes my eyes go wide.
He’s even bigger!
“Think you can take me, omega?” He strokes himself slowly. From the swollen mushroom head to the thick base.
I lick my lips, not sure if I’m beyond turned on or terrified. “I don’t…I barely could manage Callum…”
“You will.” He climbs on the bed, positioning himself over me. “Your body was made for us. Made to take our cocks, our knots, our cum,” he growls into my neck.
From the chair, Callum lets out a low rumble, his hand fisted around his length. And the sight… Fuck…
But before I can fully enjoy the show, Arkan positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock sliding through my drenched folds. Groaning at the contact.
I can’t possibly…
He slides inside me in one thrust, and we both cry out.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “So tight. So perfect. Taking your alpha so fucking well.”
He’s stretching me impossibly wide, filling me completely. I claw at his shoulders, trying to adjust, trying to breathe.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my lips, between licks of his wicked tongue. “Breathe, little one. You can do it. You can take all of me.”
He starts moving in long, slow strokes that make me feel every thick inch of him. My body yields, accepting him, welcoming the invasion.
“See?” He leans down, kissing me as he fucks me. “Fucking made for us.”
From the chair, I hear Callum’s groan. I turn my head to see him stroking his cock, watching us, his pale eyes intense and hungry. His huge fist moves fast, hips thrusting up, the wet sounds of his precum on his skin mixing with ours.
“He likes watching us,” Arkan murmurs against my ear. “Likes seeing you take my cock. Seeing you fall apart.”
“This is…oh God…this is crazy…”
He chuckles darkly as he picks up the pace, fucking me harder. “This is what was always going to happen, omega. You were never going to stay alone. We were always coming for you.”
I try to protest, “I only summoned Callum to kill…”
Arkan reaches between us, finding my clit and the words die on my tongue. “All that matters is that you’re ours now. Our omega. Our mate. Our queen.” His tongue slides into my mouth, lips on mine, teeth pressing into the swollen flesh.
Then the combination of his cock, mouth and fingers sends me over the edge again. I come with a cry, clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Squeeze my cock… just like that, omega. Fucking milk me.”
He fucks me harder, chasing his own release. And I feel his knot starting to swell, catching on my entrance with each thrust.
“Gonna knot you,” he pants. “Fill you up… fucking breed you full.”
“Yes…please…”
His knot pops inside me and locks us, and he roars as he comes. I feel him flooding me with thick, hot cum, marking me from the inside just like Callum did. Until we collapse together, breathing hard, stuck together by his knot.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, kissing my temple, arranging us on our sides, his muscular arms around me. “Our perfect omega.”
Through the bond, I feel Callum’s bliss. I can feel both of them now, fulfilled and still hungry for more, all at once.
“There’s still one more?” I ask faintly.
Before they can answer, a howl echoes through the castle. Long, wild, feral.
Close.
“He’s here,” Callum rumbles in a dark voice.