CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Omaera
After dinner, Kenvin and Shoy headed into town to gather intel, which left my mates and me alone in his house.
“We should train,” Drak said, his voice deep and low as he finished washing the dinner dishes in the sink. “It’s been a few days.”
I gave him a surprised look, my gaze traveling down the length of him. “You were literally impaled twenty-four hours ago. You really think that’s wise?”
He grunted. “I’m fine.”
“Let’s take another night off. I’ll do some combat training instead, or you guys can try to lie to me and I can dissect your tone, mannerisms, and latency to figure it out, rather than pick apart your brains.”
“I’m fine,” Drak said again. “I know how much I can handle.”
“And I’d rather not see more of your blood in such a short span of time. I’m saying no.”
His nostrils flared as he stared at me, his blue eyes darkening to the shade of the sky just before the first star came out. I met his intense stare with one of my own.
Two could play this game, buddy. A stare-off? Sure. Let’s go.
I lifted a brow slightly in challenge, hoping to break him. But that just made his nostrils flare more. I wasn’t even sure if he blinked. My eyes grew dry, and I blinked a few times, but maintained eye contact. This wasn’t a primary school staring contest where the first to blink lost. This was a battle of wills. He wanted me to rip his brain to shreds again, and I refused. He couldn’t make me anyway, so his argument held no water.
“Not sure what kind intense eye-fucking is going on in here,” Maxar said, joining us, “but it’s making my dick a little hard, not going to lie.”
Fucking mage.
That comment nearly broke me.
Zandren joined us in the kitchen, instantly making the entire space feel half the size. “What’s going on?”
“They’re having a staring contest. But Omaera has blinked. So I’m not sure that’s the endgame,” Maxar whispered. “There’s a lot of sexual tension flickering between them though.” He pointed to my chest. “Like literally. Look.”
Fuck.
Curiosity won out, and I glanced down at my chest to where he pointed, and sure enough, pink and yellow sparks flickered from my torso and my hands. I didn’t even feel them, but they were there.
“What do those colors together mean?” Zandren asked.
“Pink is for sexy times. It means she’s aroused, and the yellow is because she’s pissed off. It’s mostly a benign flame. Doesn’t pack much of a punch. Meant for gentler forms of torture or punishment.” Maxar leaned in closer to my chest. “Never seen them together like this though.” His eyes glowed as he glanced up into my face. “Babe, you’re just full of sexy little surprises, aren’t you?”
I lifted my eyes back to Drak’s. “I’m not even sure why you think you have a leg to stand on. You can’t make me turn your brain into carpaccio. If I don’t want to, I don’t have to.”
“You need to train,” he repeated.
“I’ll train in other ways.”
“Is that what this is about?” Zandren asked. “Little One doesn’t want to rip into your brain and you want her to?”
Drak only dignified him with a grunt .
My Pooh Bear rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, you stubborn bat, listen to her.”
I smiled at Zandren. “Thank you.”
Red crept up Drak’s neck into his face, and his nostrils flared even more.
This vampire was infuriating. Not only was he keeping something from me, and keeping me at arm’s length, but now he was insisting that I make sloppy joe meat out of his gray matter—again. The man was more of a masochist than Maxar—and that was saying a lot. Finally, with my eyes nearly going cross from our stare-off, I broke eye contact again, threw my arms up in the air, and growled. “I’m not doing it, and you can’t make me. Fuck off, Bat Boy. Go rest. I’ll be in the training room.” I headed for the door, then spun around at the threshold. “Drak, Your Queen orders you to go rest. Zandren, Maxar, please meet me in the training room when you’re ready.”
Drak looked ready to explode.
I didn’t fucking care.
My two bonded mates didn’t say anything, but they both nodded. Then I took off to go to the training room to stretch. I’d only been practicing sparring and wielding a sword for a few days. My uncle had been training for years. If I intended to defend my crown, I needed more practice.
I was in a sitting, wide-legged, forward fold with my forehead and chest on the ground when I picked up the unique scents of my bonded mates. The door to the training room opened, even though it didn’t make a sound. I could just feel the vibrations of it in the air and on the floor.
Their footsteps were feather light as they approached me silently from behind.
I smiled.
The training had already started.
Yellow flames shot out from behind me, lighting up the room. I was on my feet, spinning around, and shooting yellow flames of my own at Maxar. He grinned and created a yellow flame-sword, then charged at me with a battle cry. I ducked and maneuvered away from him, only to be caught by Zandren from behind, his arms around me, putting me in a hold that immobilized my upper body.
I was already out of breath.
With a jump that I definitely couldn’t have done before the Fates intervened and bonded me with these two agile, sexy specimens, I did a back flip up and over Zandren’s head, forcing him to release me. My legs were on his shoulders and with a twist I could have broken his neck—the way he taught me to—but instead, I tucked my feet under his arms and spun us around so he landed face first down on the mat with a grunt. I leaped back up to my feet just in time to dodge yellow flame-balls hurled at me by Maxar.
Reaching for Moloch’s Sacrifice, my enormous sword, I channeled flames of my own—these ones were a pretty gold color—to travel up the blade.
I gripped the handle with both hands, waving the sword in front of me.
But Maxar stopped and simply stared in awe.
Zandren was back on his feet, his chest heaving.
“What?” I asked, not letting down my guard in case this was a fake out.
“I’ve never seen flames that color before,” my mage said, stepping forward cautiously, then poking a finger into the gold and copper fire. “How did you … what are your emotions right now?”
With my chest still heaving, I studied the flames. I didn’t really think too much about conjuring them. Just that I wanted to make Moloch’s Sacrifice a fire sword. I hadn’t yet mastered the art of making my own fire swords like Maxar. So this was a decent substitute.
I shrugged, still on guard as my chest heaved. “I dunno. I mean … this is fun.” I glanced back and forth between both of them. “It feels a little bit like foreplay though, right?”
Pink flames flickered with the gold.
Maxar’s brows nearly met his hairline. Zandren seemed shocked too.
“Babe,” Maxar said softly, “you’re turned on right now?”
“You can’t smell that she is?” Zandren asked, his pupils dilating just as he took a big inhale. “She’s very aroused.”
Licking my lips, I narrowed my gaze. “Your Queen commands you both to remove your shirts. ”
They both smirked, but without a word, complied.
“Your turn,” Maxar said, tossing his shirt to the side.
I scoffed. “Nice try.”
“Now what?” Zandren asked, a very obvious bulge in his gray trousers. There was apprehension in his eyes though. He was intrigued and turned on, but also a little unsure of the trajectory of this all.
To be honest, I had no idea where we were headed either. All I knew was that I found this fun, and I was turned on. It was a great stress release, a great way to relieve the pent-up anger I harbored toward Drak and all the secrets he had kept and continued to keep from me.
I moved the sword back and forth in front of me, gold and pink flames dancing and flickering up the length of it. “We’re not done yet.”
Maxar’s grin was mischievous and sent a tingle of desire all the way from my breasts, down between my legs. He glanced at Zandren, still smiling, “I’m not sure about you, mate, but I’d say we’re just getting started.” Then, without warning, he charged me again, shooting little yellow flame-balls out of his palms. A few hit me, but they carried no more pain than if I’d been struck by a paintball. I kind of liked the pain. It made me feel alive. And I quite liked the bloom of pleasurable heat that rushed to the spot where I was hit.
I was inclined to just lay back, spread my legs, and command him to shoot more of those little, yellow fire balls at me. Ten points if he got it in the hole!
While I was busy fending off Maxar, I spotted Zandren out of the corner of my eye creep around behind me, attempting another sneak attack from the back.
He hadn’t shifted yet when we’d sparred, but he also didn’t think I needed to learn how to spar with a shifted shifter. Maybe one day he’d let me fight his bear.
The rush of air and the vibration of his footsteps on the ground had me whipping around and ducking just before he was able to grab me. I swept my foot out to knock him off balance, but he was only down for half a second before his muscles contracted and he bounced back up to his feet.
I had to say, watching my mates, all sweaty and ripped with their bunching and flexing muscles was such an aphrodisiac, a stiff wind between my legs with my pants down and I’d probably reach Valhalla.
Zandren came at me again, and I was forced to drop my sword to block his punches and jabs. He landed an uppercut into my stomach that knocked the wind out of me, and the remorse in his eyes when he knew he’d hurt me almost made me falter and reassure him that I was okay. But I couldn’t lose focus. This was a battle. This was training. This was also really fucking hot.
He came at me again with another punch, which I blocked, then I managed to land a right hook across his jaw. But I think more pain exploded through me than it did him. My fist throbbed.
“Untuck your thumb, Little One,” he said, barely out of breath. “Otherwise, you could break your thumb when you punch like that.”
Nodding, I did what he said, did a little leap and spin, and punched him—with my thumb on the outside of my fist—right in the kidney. He went down like a cedar after a family of beavers ate their fill.
Timmmmmmbeerrrrr!
The ground shook as he collapsed, groaning in pain.
I wasted no time though, and grabbed his arms, then did my best to conjure a flame-rope, which I wrapped around his wrists. I wasn’t sure how strong the rope was, or how well it would hold—it seemed pretty flimsy—but at least I managed to make one this time.
I was just climbing off Zandren when Maxar came at me again, sweeping my feet out from under me with a yellow flame-whip.
I fell to the ground on my back with an oof , right beside a groaning Zandren. The whip came at me with a sharp crack and wrapped with lightning speed around my wrist. Maxar yanked on it hard, lifting my hand into the air. He approached and bound my wrists together with a flaming rope of his own, a triumphant smile only growing wider and wider on his handsome face.
I glanced at Zandren, who seemed to be waving the white flag. His sweaty, muscular back rose and fell rapidly. “I think we’ve been bested.”
That made my bear smile. “Only person I’m okay with besting me is you, Little One. No ego bruised here. ”
“I’d kiss you if I could.” I blew him a kiss instead.
Maxar placed a foot gently on my stomach, then stared down at me. “I declare Maxar Rane, fire mage and consort to the Queen—the winner!” Then he made a loud, breathy, “Ahhhhh,” sound to imitate a roaring crowd. “And the crowd cheers. ‘Maxar! Maxar! Maxar!’”
I smirked and rolled my eyes. “Your ego is so healthy.”
He beamed down at me. “God, you look sexy all trussed up like that.”
I bit my lip while my pussy throbbed. “What would the victor like as his reward?”
Maxar’s pupils grew wide, the black invading the beautiful amber and honey color. He pulled me up to sit by grabbing onto my bindings, then helped me to my knees so I was kneeling. He yanked down his dumbass genie pants, pulled his erection out, and reached for the back of my head, guiding me forward. “Be a good little demon and suck your mate’s cock, hmm?”
Smiling up at him, and with my eyes glued on his, I opened my mouth and took his whole length. He pushed forward until he knocked my tonsils, but I didn’t gag. In and out, he fucked my mouth. I closed my eyes and let him set the pace; use me as he saw fit.
I knew Zandren was watching, and I died to know what was going through his mind. I could feel him. Feel his emotions. And there was certainly a lot of uncertainty percolating through his body, not to mention jealousy, but also arousal.
I slid into his thoughts for a moment, which made him grunt. “ Fuck, this is hot. I hate that this is hot. She’s mine … but she’s also his. Stupid fucking mage.”
I opened my eyes and glanced sideways toward my Pooh Bear, but he wasn’t where I left him. Abruptly, I pulled away, releasing Maxar’s cock with a wet pop . “Zandren?”
“Here,” he said, his voice pure sex and rasp behind me. “Mage, on your back. Little One, hinge over so I can taste you.”
With a smirk, Maxar reclined onto his back and I slid between his thighs, balancing myself on my elbows atop his thighs, but Zandren was beside us, his bound hands outstretched. With a flick of his wrist, Maxar released Zandren .
“Need to take care of my mate,” Zandren said with a grunt, circling back around behind me.
“ Our mate,” Maxar corrected, releasing Zandren.
Zandren merely nodded before reaching for the waistband of my pants. I spread my legs and lifted my knees so he could remove my leggings altogether. I’d run out of underwear and was going commando now. His big hand fell to the small of my back and he encouraged me to hunch over Maxar more, sticking my ass higher into the air. His tongue flicked out, hitting my clit and I gasped.
Maxar took my open mouth as an invitation and reached for the back of my head again, guiding himself to the back of my throat once more.
“That’s right, my pretty little demon,” Maxar purred. “Oh, beautiful, you take my cock so well. Look how deep down your throat I can go.” He inched forward a bit more until I gagged. But the way his eyes ignited, told me that just turned him on even more. I took him deeper, gagging again—this time on purpose. He growled. “Fucking love that sound. You choking on my dick. Like goddamn music, babe.”
Maxar’s praise surged through me like an electric current, settling between my legs where Zandren moved his tongue like a cunnilingus connoisseur. The last night we were together, he spent hours with his face between my legs, perfecting his skills, learning my body and everything I liked. Now, he was a savant. A pussy eating prodigy—at least, my pussy anyway.
Two of Zandren’s fingers pressed into my drenched center and slid inside. I moaned around Maxar’s mouth as the pleasure intensified and my climax began to brew deep in my belly.
The world around us faded away, leaving nothing but the three of us wrapped up in an erotic cocoon of lust and need. Adrenaline from the last twenty-four hours still coursed through our veins, and giving over to our carnal urges seemed like a hell of a way to expel that from our systems.
Maxar’s cock thickened and stiffened in my mouth, and the cadence of his hip lifts began to wane. I snapped my fingers and released my binds, so that I could reach between his legs and gently cupped his balls, massaging them and feeling them tighten up against his taint .
“Fucking hell,” he gritted out. “Gonna fill that hot little mouth of yours. You ready for me, angel?”
Whimpering and nodding, I tipped my gaze to his just as Zandren latched onto my clit and began to suck. My orgasm hit me like a bullet train and it was all I could do to keep my mouth and eyes open.
Hot, ragged puffs of air fled my nostrils as my climax ransacked my body, traveling up from my clit and into the rest of my torso and arms. My toes curled and my chest heaved.
Maxar’s grip on my head tightened. He pressed me a little closer, his cock a little deeper, then he detonated.
The throb of his length in my mouth, along with the load of hot cum, was almost too much to take. My cheeks inflated, and I slowed my breathing before I made a mess and shot cum out of my nose.
I was still caught up in the throes of my own orgasm, with Zandren’s mouth and fingers doing a fine job, while Maxar found his release down my throat.
Even as my orgasm ebbed, I was no less satiated than before all of this started. If anything, I wanted more. I wanted both of them everywhere. I wanted to feel them inside of me at the same time. I wanted them to come inside of me at the same time.
Slowly, Maxar dropped his chin to his chest and opened his eyes, smiling down the length of his body at me with unbridled adoration. He cupped my jaw and gently guided my mouth off his cock. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
I licked my lips and smiled up at him.
“I’m game if you are, babe,” he said, making me tilt my head like a confused puppy.
“You want us to both come inside of you at the same time.”
My jaw dropped. “How did you …?”
“Read your mind, or at least … kind of. But your thought entered my thoughts, however that works?” He glanced at Zandren, who removed his fingers from inside me and sat back on his heels. “You hear her too, Paddington?”
I snorted and shot Maxar a chastising look before glancing over my shoulder at Zandren
“Who the fuck is Paddington?” Zandren asked, his lips, chin, and scruff shiny from my release.
My eyes fell to the enormous bulge in Zandren’s pants for a moment before I dragged them back to his face. “A very adorable bear from England that loves marmalade and wears a blue duffle coat and red bucket hat.”
He scowled at Maxar. “Yeah, I heard you.”
I was too nervous to ask what he thought.
Maxar was the wild card, up for anything with zero hard limits. Zandren was a cranky, possessive bear with a jealous streak. They really hadn’t known each other that long. Were they ready to share me like this?
Wiping his hand over his mouth, he shoved Maxar out of the way, not roughly, but with enough force to make the mage nearly lose his balance. Then he stretched his mighty oak of a body over mine, pushing me down to my back, and lifting my arms over my head. Balancing his body on one hand, he reached between us with the other and pushed his pants down, fishing out his monster cock. “Spread those thighs, Little One.”
Smiling up at him, I obeyed. He slid into my already soaked and primed body with complete ease, filling me up so perfectly a sob caught in my throat.
“What about me?” Maxar asked, standing there with his cock hardening again in his palm.
“What about you?” Zandren grunted, beginning to thrust in and out of me.
“She wants us both.”
I was having a hard time seeing straight. Zandren pounded me hard into the training room floor, and my second orgasm was already climbing the ladder to the top again.
I rallied my remaining brain cells and nipped at Zandren’s chin playfully. “Pooh Bear, if you’re not ready, that’s fine. But we can’t exclude.”
Continuing to move his hips, sliding the head of his cock so exquisitely against my G-spot that I thought I might pass out, he glared down at me. “Where do you want him?”
I bit my lip in thought .
“Let her ride you, man, and I’ll eat her ass,” Maxar offered. “I have a craving for a nice tossed salad, anyway.”
My mouth dropped open, and I just stared at him.
The gutter-minded mage grinned like a Cheshire cat back at me. “Come on, babe. Tell Paddington to get on his back. You ride him like the queen you are and let me eat that ass until you scream.”
My pussy fluttered around Zandren’s cock at Maxar’s filthy poetics. I lifted my gaze to my bear and tilted my head again.
His brows pinched, and he stared down at me with an intensity that probably would have made anybody else cower, but it just turned me on even more. I loved my grumpy bear.
Finally, as I waited there, pinned beneath him, getting hammered into the floor, and growing closer and closer to climax with each one of his talented hip dips, he nodded.
Excitement rushed through me, and if he hadn’t pulled out at that moment, I would have come on the spot.
Zandren flipped over to his back. I climbed on and leaned over him, sticking my ass in the air. I sunk down, taking my big, burly bear inside me again. Maxar probably had to be on his belly between Zandren’s legs in order for this to work. And when I slid into my bear’s mind, he knew that was the case too. He didn’t seem nearly as against it as I thought he might be. More resigned to the situation than emphatically opposed.
I groaned when Maxar’s tongue slid up my crease. The tremble from the erotic intrusion made me tighten myself around Zandren and a very guttural croon bubbled up from my chest. Then my mage started to twirl his tongue around and around, probing at my tight hole, then flicking my crease. I was now sprinting up that ladder.
I rode Zandren’s cock like I was at a country bar and determined to win the mechanical bull riding championship. Every cell, every molecule, every atom in my body hummed with the need to come. With the excitement of being with two of my mates.
“Want my cock in your ass, beautiful?” Maxar asked before sweeping his tongue around my hole again. “So we can fill you up the way you want.”
“Better do it soon, she’s close,” Zandren grunted out, gripping my ass cheeks in his big, strong hands and helping me rock up and down his length.
Maxar gave one final sweep up my crease, and with Zandren holding my cheeks apart, Maxar did that thing that drove me wild the first time we had sex—in Kenvin’s kitchen. He spit.
And this time, it was directly into my asshole.
Fucking hell.
The way it dripped down, mixing with my pussy juice, had me groaning shamelessly into Zandren’s shoulder.
He used his finger to spread it around, gathering some extra lubrication from my pussy.
“Watch it,” Zandren growled.
“Lighten up. Who doesn’t like a little titillation of their balls?” Maxar teased. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Paddington.”
A very bear-like growl made Zandren’s entire chest rumble.
“Easy, big guy,” I said, still moving back and forth and squeezing my pussy around him. I met his gaze. “Focus on me.”
His hard expression softened the moment he looked into my eyes. I surged forward a little, capturing my bear’s mouth and tasting my release on his lips. His kisses were hungry, powerful, and possessive. The way he sucked on my tongue and nibbled on my lips made me see stars and had my clit throbbing against his lower belly. I continued to rock back and forth, enjoying the tangle of our tongues and the way he would inhale deep through his nose, then kiss me even deeper. Like he couldn’t breathe, let alone live without my kisses.
Maxar slid to his knees, bracketing his legs on either side of Zandren’s. He moved more spit and my juices around my ass, then gently pressed the head of his cock against my hole. “Breathe, babe. Push out and breathe.”
I broke my kiss with Zandren for a moment and did as I was told, gritting my teeth only a little when he pushed forward and breached that first tight ring of muscles.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well, angel. Isn’t our girl doing so well, Paddington? ”
Zandren grunted. I dropped my mouth to his again, sweeping my tongue into his mouth to calm him. Maxar pushed forward a little more, and I whimpered against Zandren’s lips, once again breathing heavily out of my nose.
“Beautiful,” Maxar praised. “The sight of my cock in your ass is so fucking beautiful. You take us both perfectly. Like you were made to take us both. Do you feel full, My Queen?”
I whimpered before murmuring, “So full,” against Zandren’s mouth.
My movements slowed down a bit, but now that Maxar was completely seated inside my ass, my body full of my mates, and the majority of the discomfort of his intrusion a distant memory, I started to rock back and forth again, finding a rhythm that worked for all of us.
I wasn’t going to last long though.
This was too much.
In a good way. But every neuron in my body fired all at once and I knew that when I came, I was going to explode.
“I wish you could see how pretty this looks, Omaera. How perfect my cock disappears into your gorgeous ass.” Maxar smoothed his hands over my cheeks, pulling me back onto him just a little while Zandren pulled me forward onto him more. It was a push-pull that I was all too eager to continue, but there was no stopping the orgasm that was on its way to the top. The rub of Zandren’s lower belly against my clit, the feel of his cockhead against my G-spot, and the friction between the two of them inside of me, rubbing with only a thin membrane between them. It was too much.
“I’m going to—” And then I shattered.
Into a million tiny pieces of myself as the pleasure radiated out from my center, where I was connected with my mates, and into all the extremities of my body, until even the tips of my ears tingled.
Wave after wave of pure ecstasy filled my mind and consumed my soul until I knew nothing else but this very moment, tangled up in carnal desire with my mage and bear.
Not a second later, Zandren stilled beneath me, dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, snarled in my ear, and came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside of me .
That throbbing must have been enough of a stimulation for Maxar, because as soon as Zandren started to come, Maxar let out a booming, “Fuck,” embedded his cock as deep into my ass as it could go, and came, filling me up just like he promised.
Our moans and heavy breathing painted the room as the three of us writhed together, finding our individual releases while connected. Collectively, we dropped down the other side of our climactic cliff, floating gently to the ground from above.
With a deep sigh of contentment, I collapsed against Zandren’s chest, pulling Maxar with me a little. He slipped out behind me, but leaned over and pressed warm kisses along my spine, making me tremble in the echoes of my orgasm.
Zandren, still safely inside of me, kissed my shoulder where his faded-but-still-there bite marks were, then trailed his fingers up my sides and over my ribcage. I hummed in delight from their immediate aftercare, ready to snuggle into a bed with both of them holding me.
Carefully, Maxar reached down and pulled me off Zandren, cradling me against his chest. “Let’s get you washed up, baby. Get you tucked into bed.”
I didn’t say anything, just snuggled into his body. Before we left the training room, he shot a big blast of yellow flames over the floor to clean up our mess, much like he did the night in the kitchen. Then he carried me through the house toward his room. Once in there, he set me into the shower, reached in and turned on the water. Then he grabbed a small washcloth from the counter, lathered it up with soap, and diligently, sweetly cleaned me from head to toe. He took great care cleaning between my legs, being extra gentle.
“Not gonna lie, babe. I hate seeing my cum leave your body.”
A shiver raced the length of my spine at his words.
Once I was clean, he turned off the water, wrapped me up in a big towel, and carried me to bed. Zandren appeared, fully dressed, and looking not only thoroughly fucked, but also exhausted. “Left a bit of a mess through the house,” he said, stretching his arms up to the ceiling, exposing a sliver of his abdomen where his shirt parted ways with his pants. “Had to clean it up before Kenvin or Shoy found it. ”
Maxar smirked as he pulled back the covers and tucked me in. “Did you clean it up with your tongue?”
Zandren gave him a disgusted look. “That was your cum too, you weird fucking pyro. I’m not gonna eat your cum. Fuck right off.”
Maxar merely shrugged. “You’re so testy.” He jerked his chin at the door. “Be a good little Paddington and grab our queen some water.”
Zandren growled at the mage, but ultimately followed orders, stalking off to the kitchen and returning a moment later with a glass bottle. I chugged it greedily, my eyelids barely able to stay open as I drank.
“You need to rest, Little One,” Zandren said.
I nodded, licked my lips, and set the water bottle down on the nightstand before snuggling deep into the bed. It was too hot for covers, but the pillows were surprisingly comfortable.
My eyelids had anvils on them, but the change in air pressure and the soft vibrations of the ground told me my mates were on their way out.
“Don’t go,” I murmured, reaching out with one hand and turning onto my side. “Please.”
“Who?” Maxar asked, his tone guarded.
I blinked open my eyes and pinned my gaze on their curious faces. “Both of you. After what we just shared, I think you two can handle sleeping in a bed with me.”
They exchanged reluctant glances with each other, but then like marionettes being manipulated by the same puppet master, they shrugged opposite shoulders and made their way back toward me. Each of them climbed onto a different side of the bed, snuggling up with me. I was the little spoon with Zandren and the big spoon with Maxar. It was warm in our little sandwich, but I loved it.
“Ahh,” I sighed, snuggling in deeper. “This is the perfect post-threesome cuddle.”
Zandren made a noise of mild discontent behind me while Maxar chuckled.
“Tomorrow, we work on psychological warfare.”
“Okay, Little One,” Zandren said, kissing the spot behind my ear. “Whatever you say. ”
I wiggled my butt against his pelvis and yawned. “I love you both.”
“I love you, My Queen,” Maxar said, tightening his grip on the hand I had draped over his torso.
“Love you, Little One,” Zandren said, kissing my shoulder. “Now sleep. You’re safe here.”
And he was right. Sandwiched between my mage and my bear, I’d never felt more love, or safer in all my life. It just made me wonder what it would be like to be mate-bonded with all three of them, and how much safer and loved I would feel with Drak in the bed too.
If he would only let me in. This could be the most formidable, powerful foursome in the Realm if he wasn’t so stubborn and secretive.
Maybe tomorrow I needed to take off the gloves and go digging in his brain? Enough was enough. No more secrets. This queen was tired of them.