CHAPTER THIRTY
I’M LISTENING TO THE ELDERS drone on about ball preparations, mating ceremonies, and other tasks a queen should be paying attention to, but I can’t bring myself to focus. My body aches and my chest feels tight.
My leg bounces and my fingers tap against the heavy oak table. “I need to excuse myself for a moment,” I mutter abruptly, cutting off Madame Windwhisper.
I rise to my feet, attempting to be graceful, and my vision swims before me.
“Oh my Fates, Princess Maeven, are you alright? You’re as pale as a ghost!” she says worriedly as Ember grabs my arm to steady me.
I can’t even find the strength to correct the name they used as my hand flicks slowly in their general direction. “I don’t think I got enough sleep last night.”
Ember slowly turns me towards her. “Rav… you don’t think this is,” her eyes dart nervously towards Sir Geoffrey and Madam Windwhisper. “The mating thing?” she whispers barely loud enough for me to hear.
My gaze widens and my heart races with nerves as I push against her mental barriers enough to speak to her privately. “I don’t know. Can you manage things with them? I think I’m going to go to the infirmary.”
She nods. “We have things covered. Just call one of your mates to escort you. You shouldn’t be walking around alone.”
“I have Nero.”
Nero puffs out his chest and struts in front of me on the table. “I will feast on anyone who dares even to think about harming you,” he declares.
Ember levels me with a glare that tells me she will tackle me if I try to leave right now, so I sigh and reach out to Aemon. “Can you come get me and take me to the infirmary…” I instantly feel him worry and so I add, “I think it’s time. Sorry Nero, you should probably stay with Ember during this…”
If ravens could pout, he definitely would be, but he lands on Ember’s shoulder, who in turn looks shocked that he would do such a thing.
Nero glowers haughtily at her expression. “It is an honor to be my perch.”
Aemon’s voice enters my mind with a sense of urgency. “On my way,” he states seconds before I sense the shadows of the room ripple and he appears, looking ravishing.
My core tightens and the bond or my vagina—I’m not sure which—urges me toward my mate.
His lavender gaze widens and his nostrils flare as he pulls me towards him. Is he affected like I am? “I’m escorting the princess to the infirmary. You will have to carry on without her,” his voice is raspy with worry? Need? I’m not sure, but I need him to keep speaking like that.
They don’t even have a moment to respond before his power envelopes the room and we vanish into the shadows, reappearing in the infirmary, right in front of Tabitha.
She jumps, nearly dropping a vial of orange liquid. “Fates, so sorry. Is everything okay?” she asks, her gaze peering over us as if she’s expecting blood or broken limbs. Which to be fair, there have been a few training incidents lately with how hard Killian has been pushing everyone.
“I need a tonic to prevent pregnancy,” I blurt, clutching Aemon’s arm like he’s the only thing holding me up, and at this point he might be.
His warm, calloused hands glide across my shoulders onto my bare arms and I arch into him, not caring if it’s unroyal-like.
Tabitha averts her gaze and scurries off in a direction to hopefully retrieve what I asked for. It was something Ember mentioned this morning, and I was planning to come grab it after the meeting, but clearly the Fates had other plans.
“Ravina, we need to get you to the room. The scents coming off you are maddening,” Aemon purrs in my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine, and my thighs clench together.
“You all might want to drop what you’re doing and head to our room,” I gasp through the bond to my mates as a wave of want swamps me.
Tabitha nearly throws the vial at me and Aemon rips us through the shadows. The next moment we appear on my bed. I quickly uncork the vial and down the contents before tossing it aside.
Aemon is on me in the next breath—his nose strokes along my collarbone while the rest of him is predatorily still, like he’s holding back.
A low grumble sounds at the base of his throat, eliciting a soft gasp from me. The noise breaks him and his hand grasps the front of my tunic—corset and fabric ripping echoes through the room like a prologue to what’s about to happen.
“You didn’t ask permission,” I tease, my breath raspy as I lean into his touch. “That was my favorite corset.”
His lavender eyes twinkle with feralness. “I’ll have a better one made for you. Although I thought we agreed that as long as you’re in bed, you’re to wear nothing?”
I smirk, pulling him towards me, my lips a breath away from his. “Then you better finish the job.”
His gaze darkens and another rip sounds through the room as my pants disappear and vanish into the shadows. Tendrils wrap around my legs and arms, spreading me open and pinning me to the bed.
My back arches, craving his touch.
“You smell delectable, and all I can think about is fucking you into the mattress. I want to hear you scream my name,” he rasps, kissing down my body with an urgency I’ve never seen from him before.
I feel his hot breath on my core and I nearly whimper with need. “Please,” I beg, my mind getting delirious as this frenzy kicks in.
Loud roars echo from outside somewhere and I know through the bond with Vasari that it’s begun. Now I understand the dragons’ reassurance about having plenty of energy, but I can’t remember the details. The only thing I can think about clearly is my mates. Aemon.
His mouth covers me and his tongue delves into me. He moans like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. “Fucking Fates, Ravina” he groans.
A crescendo builds in my stomach and my legs begin to shake which only urges him on.
“Aemon,” I gasp as he inserts his fingers and sucks on my clit.
He hits the sweet spot and I fall over the edge, calling out his name as a door slams open.
Jesper’s voice rings out. “Fuck, he’s already got her prepped and ready for us.”
Another wave of need blasts through me as the bond realizes my other mates have arrived. “Please,” I beg. Words are impossibly hard, but they seem to know just what I need as Aemon pushes himself inside me, letting the shadows fall away.
Jesper hops onto the bed beside me, out of breath like he ran all the way here. “Has Aemon been taking good care of you, Beastie, or do you need more?”
I reach for him, but he’s already moving, kissing me like his life depends on it while Aemon rails into me—it’s everything I need and not enough.
Talyn’s voice is nearby. “Aemon, flip her over.”
The room turns and next thing I know, I’m riding Aemon with wild abandon. Jesper holds me up and I feel the bed shift behind me before another pair of hands rest on my hips.
“Killian?” I gasp.
His large form moves into my eyesight, his fists clenching and his pupils blown wide. “I’m here Little Warrior.”
“Need—” I gasp as Talyn’s finger presses against my tight ring of muscle.
“What do you need, Princess?” he asks.
“All of you,” I moan as Aemon pounds up into me.
“Well, you heard her, big guy. Our mate needs all of us. Don’t worry, you won’t do anything to hurt anyone,” Jesper says to Kill as he latches on my nipple, sucking hard.
The bed dips again and Killian’s eyes don’t leave me, watching me with an intensity that sends me over the edge again. Fuck, three days of this? How in the Fates am I supposed to walk after?
“I think I’ll watch for now,” Killian grumbles.
I nearly whimper, wanting his hands on me too, but I’m distracted by Talyn’s ministrations as something cool and wet circles my ass before a finger slips inside.
His lips brush my ear. “Have you let any of your mates back here yet? Or am I the first?”
“First,” I gasp, adjusting to the intrusion.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can. If you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll stop.”
I nod as Aemon’s hips stutter against mine. He slips out and Talyn enters me with a quick thrust that nearly has me falling against Aemon’s chest. If it wasn’t for Jesper holding me up, I would have.
Talyn pounds into me, stretching me in a way that has me crying out in pleasure. Aemon’s still-hard cock is rubbing against my clit.
I glance over at Killian who’s now undressed, holding his massive member in his hand, slowly stroking it as his red eyes continue to watch me. His thumb rubs the bead of precum into his head and down the shaft and I can’t help but lick my lips.
He smirks. “You want some cum in your mouth? I think Jesper can help with that. Can’t you Jesp?”
Jesper groans and positions himself near my head. I don’t wait before placing my lips around his tip and sucking hard, letting my tongue coax what I’m craving from him.
Aemon’s hand wraps around my hair, holding it out of my face as he throws his head back, groaning at the friction of my center rubbing against him as Talyn fucks me with wild abandon.
Jesper hisses as I take him deeper. “Watch Kill, Little Beastie. Watch how he strokes his cock wishing that it was his dick your mouth is on. Maybe if you’re a good girl and take all my cum, he’ll fuck your mouth until you choke on him. Would you like that?”
I moan and Jesper’s hips stutter for a moment before he lazily continues at the teasing pace. I forgot how much I love his filthy mouth.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Talyn groans, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Me either,” Jesper rasps. “Our Temptress has a mouth more powerful than any magick in Damorleia.”
Aemon reaches between us and his thumb finds my clit, circling it, and within moments my body tenses and I’m screaming out incoherently around Jesper’s dick as hot spurts of his cum hit the back of my throat.
Talyn removes his finger and his cock. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“More. Killian?” I peer at him from under my lashes as I crawl off Aemon and towards my mountain of a mate.
He growls, plucking me off the bed and placing me back down the way he wants me: on my back. He pauses, throwing over his shoulder, “No one touch me. Not yet, I need…”
“We need a moment. Take care of our Queen,” Jesper answers without hesitation.
Killian presses against my entrance slowly, stretching me so wide I swear my vision begins to tunnel with pleasure. Everything feels amazing.
Aemon and Talyn fucked me with an enthusiasm I’d never known before, but Killian moves his hips like a feral beast, like the way I make him feel has him losing all sense of control. All his careful emotions that he has locked down come pouring out like a dam breaking.
He growls as my nails rake across his skin. “Killian!” I gasp as I freefall through our climaxes together.
His hips slow and I lift mine up, searching for more. Our bond is overloaded with nothing but feelings of love and lust. There’s no end and no beginning. Just us.
Killian removes himself, but not before giving me a kiss that could remake worlds.
I still need more, but before I can even ask, Jesper is there taking his place between my legs. He showers me with kisses as he lines himself up, throwing my legs over his shoulders and sinking so deep into me that I can’t help but moan.
Talyn lays at my side and his lips wrap around my nipple, his hand slipping between Jesper and I, finding that sweet spot at the apex of my thighs.
Aemon and Killian look on, their cocks both still hard as they watch me fall into bliss again.
The high of the frenzy makes all of us insatiable. The bonds in our chests strengthen in a way I never thought would be possible. It’s as if they’ve tattooed themselves on my very soul. I know for a fact that I would find these males in every lifetime. They are mine. And I am theirs. Forever.