Chapter 19 Together
TOGETHER
Passion sears all through Strom and me as we lay in an exhausted cuddle in the bed.
The crackle of the brazier burning and the soft noises of our kissing are the only sounds in the room now, as we recover from that massively powerful smelting of our hearts, bodies, and souls.
But it hasn’t left us, as we canoodle quietly in the aftermath.
It’s only gotten sweeter, brighter, and more delicious as I cuddle my best friend, and he holds me.
Kissing me forever as we lay together—as one.
“Well. Where do we go from here?” Strom sings now, as he quotes the musical episode from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
And I love him even more for that.
“Truly? I have zero fucking clue.” I mould into him tighter, and he winds me in his arms. “I don’t even really know what we did there—but it was epic.”
“I know. You healed me, Rikyava.” Strom is serious now as he takes my chin gently in his fingertips, making me look at him.
“You took my broken heart for my family and my life and just fucking poured your love and compassion into me until I just fucking… healed. Because I know now that I’m no longer alone.
And I don’t have to bear my sorrows alone, either. Ever.”
“Good. Remember that.” I am sweet but firm as I pat him teasingly on the chest.
“Thank you, by the way, for sticking with me even when I shut you out,” Strom says now as we talk in the afterglow. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was just hurting so much and didn’t want to show you, or have it ruin our friendship. Now I know better.”
“I’m glad.” I smile as everything inside me lights. I beam at him, and he beams back, then kisses my lips again.
“And while I’m thanking you for things… thank you for bonding Laerke as our family, even if she wasn’t brought into our Bloodbond.
” Strom’s grass-green eyes blaze as he pulls back again, his lips nuzzling my nose.
“Even though Mikkel can be a black-hearted bastard and Laerke can be iceberg-cold, they’re both… important to me.”
“I know both twins still love you, even though your relationship was broken when you met Alfhild Fey. And you still love them,” I say now, as this incredible space of sharing moves all through us.
“Yes.” Strom brushes my hair back from my temple, his gaze honest as he watches me.
“They took me in and loved me when I just needed to get away from my destiny to be a Jarl-Heir. I wanted to be free, but I felt like my destiny stole my freedom. The twins gave that back to me—before you gave me so much more. Some part of me always knew I’d find a drakaina that truly fit me—and that’s you, Rikyava.
I still love Laerke, just because that’s who I am.
I’m happy for her now, that she can find her own destiny with someone who can love her.
Someone she’ll finally be able to love back, thanks to your marvelous power opening her up again. ”
“And yours,” I say, as I kiss him. “Because you know none of this works without your tremendous heart in our mix. And that’s a fact.”
“I do know that now. I do.” He cups my face in his hand as he stares deep into my eyes.
Then kisses me again, as I forget all else.
“Well. This is a cozy little pile. Mind if we add to it?”
Mikkel’s voice is low and rapacious as he and Baldur enter the room. As if they knew what Strom and I were doing and chose the perfect moment to make their entrance, my Third and Fourth Drake move into the room on the heels of our intimate talk, sinking to a seat upon the bed.
Strom’s look is priceless as he lifts an eyebrow at them and sits up now, glowing with renewed eagerness, despite everything. Mikkel’s look is dark and sexy as he crawls over to Strom on the bed.
Leaning in and kissing my Second Drake—deep and lascivious.
It takes my breath away to watch my Second and Third Drake kiss like that.
Scalding electricity pours through the room as Mikkel’s indomitable energy joins the game.
But it’s not a game; it’s true lovemaking we’re in now, as we bare our hearts and expose ourselves. Mikkel knows that as he pulls back.
Staring deep into Strom’s green eyes.
“Don’t be an asshole and cut yourself off from us again. Ever.” Mikkel stares Strom down.
“Aye, aye, captain.” Strom chuckles, though Mikkel’s meaning, and the intense love that washes through us all with his strong words, exposes the truth of what he’s saying.
“Don’t be glib. Rikyava’s right: none of this works without your beautiful heart, you sweet idiot.
” Mikkel is fierce now as he reaches out, taking Strom’s hand upon the coverlet and pressing it to his own chest. As a raw honesty pours from my Third Drake in a way I’ve rarely seen, warm like hot whiskey with molasses, Strom softens.
No more teasing is in him as he grips Mikkel’s hand, holding his powerful gaze.
“I know,” Strom says as he stares Mikkel down, honest.
An incredible connection blazes between Mikkel and Strom, then. As if both their hearts suddenly opened up, as if everything inside them just cracked wide open and all walls came crashing down, I feel that same amazing connection Strom and I experienced just now rush through him and Mikkel.
It is binding and tight, hauling their dragons in, as I feel that ancient Ouroboros begin to form in the Void. Because Mikkel and Strom shared this kind of love long before I came along—it only had to be reawakened.
And we’re reawakening it now, hands down.
As Strom leans in, kissing Mikkel deeply now, I feel a blaze of heat rush through me. It’s incredible and wild, as that merging of our dragons in the Void hauls us in tighter now, more scalding and honest than ever before.
It’s a hot moment as Mikkel and Baldur strip down, and we’re suddenly all bare to each other. Because we are already bare in our hearts and souls, as we get ready to do what we should have been doing all along.
And seal this deal between us—completely.
“You two have my permission to be with each other. Anytime, anywhere.” I glance between Strom and Mikkel. “Just include me in the mix sometimes and I’ll be a happy camper. Okay?”
“Oh, sex with you is always better,” Mikkel says, as he crawls to me now. Hauling me to my knees on the bed, Mikkel wraps his arms around me, crushing me close to his ridiculously ripped, lean body.
I’m scalding and ready to go again as the dark, beautiful viciousness of Mikkel’s dragon pours through me, his eyes black as sin and hot like all the stars in the cosmos.
His long, silken member presses against my belly, as Strom comes to his knees also, catching me around the waist and mimicking Mikkel’s posture behind me.
An immense, eager power rushes between us then, as we hold each other in this ridiculously charged, scintillating space.
As Mikkel kisses me and Strom kisses my neck, I feel him somehow kiss Strom through me.
The most insane sensation hits me then, as if I’m kissing not just Mikkel’s mouth, but also Strom’s.
As a crazy wave of auric fire razes through me, straight to my groin.
“Whoa! What was that?” Strom pulls back, heaving hard breaths, and I know he felt it, too. We’ve suddenly found a new dimension between us; it blazes like supernovas now as I look up and see understanding sear in Mikkel’s eyes.
I look over and see it also in Baldur’s gaze; whatever’s happening between us is not limited to just Strom and me, but includes my Third and Fourth Drakes, as well.
Because even though we’ve always been able to feel each other’s sensations during sex in our Bloodbond, we’re sharing the feeling of being fully inside each other’s bodies now, as a group.
And it’s devastatingly hot and wild, as we pull together now to get it on.
“I don’t know… but I like it.” Mikkel is beyond dangerous, ridiculously sexy now as he presses his body close to me again. As we kiss, moving together, he palms my ass, gripping it to haul me even closer.
Everything inside me heats in a desirous wave now, as Strom kisses me again. As Baldur cinches close to my side, kissing my shoulder, Mikkel claims my lips and Strom takes my neck, we all start to careen up to the stratosphere together.
It’s the physical sensation, but also the emotional connection between us, that has really gotten things rolling as we begin to writhe in a group now, pulling together hard on the bed.
Because there is so much history between Strom and Mikkel, even Mikkel and Baldur; the sheer magnetism of this energy has us drawing tight on our knees now, as Strom takes over kissing my lips and Mikkel bites his neck.
Baldur kisses and bites my neck, as hands are all over me now. I don’t know whose they are; we’ve tightened so much in our group that they could be anyone’s, as the most wonderful sensation floods me.
Of being inside all their bodies, at once.
Just then, another connection hits me—Laerke, somewhere in Harnakje. I see her vivid green-lavender gaze flick towards me as she feels what we’re doing through her connection to Mikkel, and to me now, as family.
But rather than feel ire, or a sensation of being left out anymore, only a cheeky amusement comes from her as my drakes and I get it on. She knows Strom and Mikkel are with me; but it doesn’t bother her anymore, as she smiles wider now.
Then closes down our psychic connection.
As Laerke slices our mind-connection as neatly as slicing a pear with a knife, I know it’s her way of telling me not to worry about everything that’s happening with us anymore. And then it’s just me and my men, as my drakes lick, suck, and bite me everywhere now.
Fucking decadent.
Hands are everywhere; mouths, too, as someone moves down to suck my breasts. Someone else is rubbing my clit; I writhe and gasp as someone’s fingers slip up all the way inside me now, working me as I writhe and buck.