Chapter Three
Bryn
W hen Ossy and I return to our rooms late that afternoon, Adi is in the reception room on the mirror with Orla. I decide to listen in as I clean my main sword. Ossy slips away, probably for a quick shower. Things did get a bit...messy.
“The uprisings are continuing.” Orla sighs. “It’s getting more press than I’d like, but I can’t do anything about it. Rory and Weyland are staying in the guest house. They’re trying their best. Sean and I are discussing moving.” I can hear the cringe in her voice. “The rebels are getting more and more violent. They set a business on fire the other night. No one was hurt, but the building was lost.”
“That’s terrible,” Adi murmurs. “Where would you move?”
“I don’t know. We’re just starting to consider it. I’m not sure anywhere will be safe, you know?”
“Yeah,” Adi reluctantly agrees.
I hear little Isla yelling off-mirror for Orla.
“Gotta go. Stay safe, Laney.”
Adi blanks the mirror and comes to flop down next to me.
“Well, fuck.”
“Well said, a chroí.” I apply a coat of oil to the blade and take the rag to it.
“Who’d you murder?” Her tone is only half joking.
“Malcolm. Prick thought I’d forgotten his little involvement with me and Ossy being bound in Eira’s rooms.” I had not, in fact, forgotten, a reality he learned the hard way this afternoon. Revenge is indeed a dish best served cold, preferably on a morally grey platter.
Adi rubs her head, letting out a big sigh. “I want Rory and Weyland to evacuate with Orla and family to a safe location.”
I frown. I had had several uses in mind for Rory and Weyland, but going with Orla’s family to keep them safe might be a priority. “Let’s wait and see how this first bit goes before we decide,” I suggest.
She nods in agreement and I sheath my sword. She slides over and I feel her press against me, her anxiety shimmering along the bond.
“C’mon,” and I pull her to her feet, slip my arm around her waist, and lead her to the kitchen. She leans into me and it feels so natural for her to be tucked under my arm like this that that thing deep in my chest eases, the way it always does when I’m touching her.
As I open the kitchen door, Nairna jumps away from Ossy. He lets his hand drop. A grin slowly spreads across my face.
“Okay, that’s ridiculous,” Adi grumbles. “We’re having a foursome. Right now.” But at the same moment, I say, “Oh, no need to be shy now . We heard you last night.”
Adi, Ossy, and I are all grinning, watching En, waiting for her to speak. She looks between us slowly, contemplating. Finally, she throws her hands up.
“Fine, let’s fuck,” she grouches.
“Oh, you sound excited,” I drawl sarcastically.
“C’mon, sugar,” Ossy murmurs as he reaches for her waist.
Adi’s eyebrows raise. “Sugar?”
Osmund smiles, then his eyes flick to where Nairna’s thighs meet, and quickly away. I bite back a smile; he’s so transparent, it’s adorable. Nairna catches his look, too, and slaps his chest hard. But he catches her hand and he pulls her into his body. “You’re so sweet, En. I see how kind you are to Adi, how you’re softening to Bryn’s questionable charms, the glances you gave me last night. ‘Sugar,’ indeed.” I see his thumb stroking rhythmically into her palm, and he kisses her deeply.
I feel Adi respond to the sight of them kissing. I slip behind her and let my hand settle heavily on her throat. “Do you like that, a chroí?”
“Mm-hmm,” she purrs. “But I’m afraid we have shit to do that doesn’t involve my face between En’s legs.”
“Terribly unfortunate,” I mutter before turning my attention to En where she stands leaning against Ossy. “Pup, can we play all together soon? I want to watch you take Ossy’s big dick.”
Ossy chuckles. “More like order all of us around,” and he flashes me his sweet, crooked smile.
“Oh, I’d love to collar all of you and put you naked and on your knees for me,” I growl, “but I don’t think that our first group activity should be that intense.”
“Enough,” Adi whimpers. “I can’t think if I’m all worked up. And we need to visit the kitchens tonight before the dumb ball.”
I press down a smile at the memory of En staring down Adi’s temperamental seamstress the other day. Bronwen had delivered, despite her complaints. We all had new gear for the “Fairy Tale Ball” tonight.
A fairy tale ball. I don’t know who approved this shit, but tone-deaf would be a kind description.
“I’ll go,” I offer. “Maudey will know I speak with your voice. I’m sure you ladies have lots to do for the ball.”
En practically eyerolls herself into a new dimension, but I’m quite sure Adi will enjoy some time for them to get ready alone.
“Ossy?”
He nods. “Sure, I’ll go with you to the kitchens. Give me a moment to change.”
WE’RE HEADED BACK TO our rooms from the basement. I had expected it to go smoothly, but I’m still thankful that Maudey understood our position. She’s on board with everything and will speak with those she trusts.
Ossy is striding along next to me when I take an unexpected turn. He follows without comment, ever a good solider. Ever a trusting mate , my heart corrects. We march down a deserted hallway and I stop at a plinth with a black-marble bust of some long dead king.
“Osmund,” I say softly.
He steps closer, lowering his head. “What is it, Bryn?” I feel a tendril of nervousness along the bonds. Oh, does he think something is wrong?
I’ll clarify things for him. My hand snaps out, tangling in his blonde hair. “Get on your knees and suck the cum from my balls, metamour.”
I feel his response, his heat, to my words down the bond a millisecond before he drops to his knees.
I pull my trousers down as his hands slide up my thighs. His eagerness makes me grin.
“ Such a needy boy, Ossy. Now, open your mouth for me.”
And my cock flops out heavily, directly into his waiting mouth.
My body relaxes and I stare at the ceiling, lost in the feeling of his mouth around me and the knowledge of his complete obedience.
Nothing turns me on like when a partner trusts me completely. Trusts me not just with their pleasure, but with their safety.
I press my cock slowly down his throat. I’ve been training him to deep throat me, and he’s learning quickly. He inhales through his nose and blinks a bit frantically as I feel his throat relax.
“Perfect, metamour. You’re doing so well.”
At my praise, he relaxes more and I easily fuck his throat. My hips thrust quickly into him, the wet grip delightful.
“Good boy, Ossy.... So fucking good.... Take it, love,” I gasp. My dick had been hard for him all afternoon, so it doesn’t take me long to come. I shoot directly down his throat. He swallows around me and I shiver at the feeling of his muscles closing around my dick. I slowly pull out of his mouth. I hold my softening dick out to him. “Clean me, metamour.”
His tongue quickly laps over every inch of me, sending shivers up my spine. I tuck myself away while he kneels, waiting for my next command.
His big blue eyes as they stare up at me are so honest and sweet that I fall to my knees to take him in my arms and kiss him.
Nairna
“I’D LOOK BETTER IN a suit, you know.” I pluck at the lavender fabric.
“You look amazing in anything, En. And nothing.” Adi grins. “Bronwen made you some gorgeous suits. We just need to keep Queen Seren happy, and she has some bullshit traditional opinions on gendered clothing, at least for events.” She approaches me and wraps her fingers in mine. “I’m sorry, love.” Her voice is regretful.
I tighten my grip on Adi and smooth my other hand over the dress. “It’s not your fault, birdie. I’m not mad. It’s a beautiful gown. Truly.”
Pale purple lace covers my arms, and the body of the lavender dress falls to the floor in a slim cut. My back is bare, the dress cut straight down my sides to meet in a low curve right above my ass. Bronwen mentioned “side boob” is in. Mine are definitely out in this dress.
There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell I could fight in this dress, though I had required Adi’s pissy—and disrespectful—seamstress to add thigh slits so I can at least move. And I suppose the lace is stretchy. I guess it’s not that bad, all things considered. But I would probably flash someone if I had to dive or roll.
Adi smiles at me and leans up to touch her lips to mine. My mate looks like something out of a dream in her corseted blood-red dress with a full skirt. Tulle layers fall around her hips, flowing like waves, making her look more dramatic than normal but in an adorable way. Tulle is also used to create these drapey sleeve things that don’t cover her shoulders but rather hang on her upper arms. Her hair is loose, pinned back from her face but draping down nearly to her waist, with tiny primroses woven in.
I can’t imagine where she’s hiding her dagger in that outfit.
“Ready, a chroí? Pup?” I hear Bryn call from Adi’s room.
Adi links her arm in mine and we slip out of her ridiculous closet. Waiting in the bedroom are Bryn and Ossy. My eyes widen as I take them in. Bryn is in a double-breasted suit of rich black with a red brocade vest. A delicate silver chain drapes across the black shirt underneath into a pocket, and I see the slight prominences where his blades are hiding, given the slim cut of the suit.
Ossy is in a suit of a coal grey with thick gold thread woven in a windowpane pattern. The suit coat sits across his broad shoulders, and his large biceps are noticeable even with the impeccable cut. He has an ascot of lavender that matches my dress, which should be silly but instead causes butterflies to swirl in my stomach in a way I rather don’t care for. Most surprisingly, I see fresh ink on his knuckles. Four new runes. I’m about to ask about the meaning of them when I catch the look on his face. His eyes are wide, slipping between Adi and myself. I smirk and slink over to him.
“Do you think I look alright?” I ask coyly, running a hand down the lace under my breasts.
Ossy manages to nod. He clears his throat. “Exquisite, En. Unexpected color, but it’s wonderful on you.”
He looks to Adi. “Baby, don’t even ask. You know you’re a knockout.” Adi grins and twirls. Ossy then looks at Bryn. “Damn, you’re all sexy as fuck. Please promise me I can taste each of you tonight.”
Bryn lets out a growl that swoops straight to my panties. “The three of you are always welcome to wrap your lips around my cock any time you wish.”
Adi grins devilishly. “I’ll certainly remember that.”
Ossy and I laugh as we all head for the door, feeling very much like a bonded family.
THE MAIN HALL IS DECORATED to look like a castle from a story book. More candles than normal—which I wouldn’t have thought possible—and large vases overflowing with fresh flowers. Servants in full suits wander about with trays of tiny appetizers. A large table on the side of the room has fountains of champagne and wine, making happy trickling sounds and surrounded by crystal glasses for you to hold under the flow. A full string band is set up in the corner, though they are not currently playing. Chandeliers hang from the tall ceiling, but instead of simple ones, these are covered in tall candles and draped in faceted crystals that send tiny rainbows around the room. A wide dance floor takes up most of the space. It’s all absolutely, ludicrously, over the top.
My eyes flick over the tables for the royal houses, which are tightly placed upon the dias. Few nymphs are currently seated at them, most opting to mingle and dance, but I note that there are only ten tables, plus the queen’s. I nudge Bryn and tilt my chin up to them.
His hand strokes Adelaide’s arm in a possessive manner as he asks with an oddly flat voice, “A chroí, did you press for extinction?”
Her kind face goes frozen and hard. “Absolutely.” She turns and waves a servant over. I admire the minch’s delicately braided blue hair as Adi has a quiet word with him. She nods and he lowers his tray. We all take a napkin with a miniscule chocolate square on it, thanking him quietly. He blushes as he turns away, smiling gently at Adi.
“Come,” Adi says. “Seren wants us at the head table.”
We head up and take our seats below Adi at the royal table as others, including Adi’s twin cousins, filter up onto the dias.
I look towards Adi, taking in her “court face,” as she calls it. It makes her look a bit disturbing—to me, at least. As though she were a wax replica of herself with nothing going on in her head. She slowly spins her empty wine glass as it sits upon the tablecloth.
I turn my attention down the table; I’m still trying to get up to speed on all the bit players here. Adi’s father looks as blank as she currently does. He’s staring at his plate. Queen Seren is sitting primly, one red-blonde eyebrow raised imperiously. I see Princess Eira throwing Captain Declan a look. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. I imagine he’s tired of her, especially if she’s stupid enough to try that in front of Declan’s lover. You know, the queen.
Seren stands and uses magic to project her voice. “Dear colleagues and friends”—I hear Adi let out a little snort—“I need to make a few announcements before we get too far into our revelry. First, and most importantly, you’ll notice that we are short a table. The House of Marchara has fallen. Her and her progeny are not to be spoken of, as they have had extinction carried out upon them for heinous crimes against my granddaughter, Princess Adelaide. They confessed to the crimes, lest any of you be... concerned about due cause.”
Seren’s tone clearly conveys that she doesn’t give a fuck if anyone was worried about due cause and she damn well knew no one would say shit.
“Next, as we approach the summer season, I want to announce that I shall take my first progress of our lands here in America.” Low voices mutter here, but I can’t pick out anything specific. “And finally, I must let you all know, with a heavy heart, about the death of my daughter and previous heir, Princess Avilion. An unfortunate mishap befell her whilst in FEC5. I am pleased to say, however, that my granddaughter, Avilion’s daughter Olwyn, was not harmed. Olwyn has returned to court. I trust you all will make her feel welcome, even though she is no longer in the line of succession, given her inability to produce an heir.”
My eyes dart to Adi. Her face is flat; she’s buried her reactions to all three of the queen’s announcements. I look immediately to Ossy, the big sop, who can’t hide much of anything aside from that python he’s packing. He looks concerned. So this is bad news. Which part? I wonder to myself.
Seren has apparently dismissed us all while I was searching expressions for a read on things. Everyone slowly stands and begins leaving the dais for more booze and flirting.
Dammit, I need to get up to speed with shit here. Too much sex has ruined my focus.
Adelaide
WELL, THAT’S JUST lovely . My gaze flicks around the room. Where is Olwyn?
I spot her, speaking with the head of one of the houses. Olwyn’s long white-blonde hair is braided and wrapped up around her head in a suspiciously crown-like manner. She’s wearing something very modern looking, reminiscent of a movie awards show: navy blue and slinky. She looks upset about neither the death of her mother nor the recent “disappearance” of her husband. Very odd, given how she’s always been a huge drama queen.
I catch Eira standing aimlessly nearby. In a wedding gown, basically, white and floofy and sparkly. I’d giggle about it if I wasn’t stressed as hell about my big cousin showing back up. Eira doesn’t look pleased about this little development either. I ponder that as my eyes sweep the rest of the room.
Bryn must sense my unease. He stands close and places a hand on my back. I lean into the touch immediately.
“Please do me the great honor of this dance, my heart, my love, my mate,” he whispers against my ear.
His breath raises goosebumps and his words raise pride and affection. He surely intended both. I let him lead me to the dance floor for a waltz. I see Ossy hold his hand out to En and though she looks reluctant, she places her slender fingers in his.
I grin as Bryn starts leading me expertly around the floor. It’s so easy to relax into his firm hold on my body—one hand on my lower back, the other gripping my hand—and just let him lead. It makes me think of our usual bedroom style and I smile, looking up into his rich honey eyes.
“Adelaide,” he says softly, leaning his face into my hair, “Olwyn is a wrench. Do I have your permission to remove her?”
I think on it as we sail over the floor. Olwyn was a wretched bitch to me growing up. She’s been the presumptive heir for decades. She hasn’t had to worry much about getting into trouble or learning to have a heart or being told no. In fact, I wouldn't cross the street to piss on her if she were on fire. But if we take her out now, some will get suspicious. It could raise alarms. Besides, she technically has no power now.
“Wait,” I murmur. “I don’t want to draw attention. We need to leave her alone.”
I can feel his disapproval. It frustrates me. He lets the silence stretch, and my annoyance grows the longer I think about it. I feel a frisson of anger roll over me.
“Adi...,” he starts, using his daddy voice.
“No. Enough .” I glare at him. “Quit arguing with me.” I feel him harden against me, but it doesn’t improve my mood.
The song ends and I drop his hand and head for the balcony. I snag a glass of wine from a tiny brownie balancing a tray on their head with their hands for support.
I’m breathing, and drinking, deeply on the open balcony that overlooks the main courtyard. I catch sight of the nest that Ossy’s ravens, Davin and Marin, have made in a big oak tree. The clack of heels on the stone floor hits my ears. My hackles rise and I resist the urge to turn into my crow form and fuck right off into the sky. I take another breath—and another drink—before I turn.
It’s Seren.
“Queen Seren,” I acknowledge quietly.
“Adi,” she responds. I feel her magic as she puts up a wall spell around us. I wonder if she’ll be dropping any more bombs on me tonight.
Seren had seemed truly upset about my magical abduction by the unseelie queen. Not just in a “how dare they touch my heir” way but in an “actually worried about my safety” way. It was surprising and a bit touching.
Grandmother is currently demanding recompense from King Barclay for the crimes committed against me by his court; really his wife and son, but no need to twist the knife, ya know? Word is that he’s struggle bussing pretty hard after losing both of them.
A thought hits me: I’m not sure if he still thinks I’m his daughter. Shit . That might cause some issues. I’ll have Aidan give him a mirror-call, let him sort that out, since they’re old buddies and all.
Seren turns to me with a genuine-seeming smile on her face. “I wanted to speak to you, but you’ve been so busy with your mates.” She is wearing a breathtaking sleeveless golden brocade gown. Her strawberry-blonde hair is loose over her shoulders, and her peaked ears show in front of the delicate crown she wears. She is nearing five hundred years old, though she appears in her forties for a human.
In the chaos after Ossy ran a few million volts through the unseelie queen, I’d had to reveal to Seren the full depth of our relationships in order to explain how we’d been saved. I had been reluctant to reveal that we were all aura-bounded mates, but there was nothing for it. And it made it easy to get Seren to agree to let Nairna return with us.
“Of course, Grandmother.”
She comes closer, a glass of wine in one hand, suddenly looking sorrowful. She reaches for me, but her hand hesitates in midair. I think she was going to hug me. I’m shocked into stillness.
“I am...glad you are well. And I’m glad that you’ve found mates. Three. It’s incredible.” Her words drift off.
“I’m glad we’re well too, Seren. I am indeed blessed by the Goddess. I had never thought I’d have—”
I slam my stupid mouth shut. I was about to say “a family.” Shit. Open mouth, insert foot.
Seren gives me a wry, knowing smile. “I know you have been...neglected in my court. I apologize for that, Adelaide. Aidan was crushed when your mother died. Elspeth was a kind female and very magically skilled. I’m sorry you lost her so soon. I wish I had known that Queen Blair was behind it. I’d have done something about it.” She hesitates here, and it almost looks as if she grows older in front of my very eyes. “And I wish you had spoken to me about the...unkindness from my daughters and their daughters.”
I snort without intending to. Unkindness. Yes, that’s the word for repeated murder attempts.
Her eyebrows rise, but she says nothing.
“Grandmother...thank you for saying so. I wish I had known my mother better. To lose a parent before becoming an adult yourself, well, it robs you of the ability to know them as an adult, as an actual person, to be able to relate. I still miss her.” My throat closes thickly. It’s been decades but it still cuts deep. I decide it is best not to acknowledge the rest of her statement, seeing as I’d have several rude things to say.
“Adi....” She hesitates again, and her eyes catch on something behind me. “Do you have anything you’d like to tell me?”
I toss a quick glance over my shoulder to see what Seren was looking at. Olwyn. Delightful.
And no, I sure as fuck don’t have anything to tell Seren. I don’t think telling my grandmother that a rebel group wants her dead would go over well—though she likely knows, since the riots are in the news daily. Nor do I think letting her know I’ve actually been blessed by the goddess of righteous wrath and destiny would be a good plan.
“No, Seren.” I attempt to keep my face blank and my voice bland.
Olwyn approaches and Grandmother drops the wall spell.
“Very well, then. I’m here, though, if you ever wish to do so.”
I somehow manage not to blurt out “fat fucking chance,” which pops directly into my head.
Both our eyes turn to Olwyn. She raises her eyebrows, surveying me top to bottom. She really gives off mean-girl vibes like it’s her damn job.
“Nice to see you, Adelaide. I hear you’ve been slutting it up, trying to take my throne.”
I burst into laughter without intending to. “Who have you been hanging out with, to call having sex with my mates ‘slutting’? Or are you referring to your shit-for-brains husband trying to bed me and Eira?”
Seren looks between us with her mouth parted in shock. She’s getting a real crash-course education today, because both Olwyn and I have apparently lost our filters for court talk in front of the queen.
Seren seems to shake herself. “It’s my throne, Olwyn, not yours. It has never been yours. Do not speak to your cousin thus.”
Olwyn sneers in response and turns on her heel. I flip the bird to her back. Bitch. She’s worse than Eira, I swear. Ugh, if those two somehow formed an alliance, it could be a real problem.
I turn back to Seren. “It was, uh, nice talking to you, Grandmother.” And I turn away because all I want is one of my mates’ scent in my nostrils and the press of their bodies against mine.
I TRAMP INTO MY BEDROOM as my mates trail behind me. Ossy shuts the door. I kick off my ballet flats and spin around to face them. Between Bryn questioning me, Seren’s bullshit apologies, Olwyn, and all the toadying I had to do, I am in a mood . What I really want is to go fly, but I doubt the boys will allow that, and that fact makes me even more annoyed. I snag Bryn’s sword belt and jerk him against my body.
“A chroí...,” he starts, questioningly, looking down at me to search my face.
“Shut. Up. I’m sick of your shit,” I snap. “I may not become queen, but I’m your queen. Get naked. You...need an attitude adjustment.”
His eyebrows raise and I feel a flicker of concern. I turn to Ossy and En, who are standing awkwardly, trying not to look at me. “You two, get undressed as well.”
I cock my hip and cross my arms as I watch the three of them shed their clothes. As I start to pull at my laces, Ossy quickly steps behind me to help, whilst grinding his big dick against me. Faster than seems possible, we’re all naked.
I step to Bryn, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. My tongue dances with his and his cock responds as his hands find my hips. I slip my hands into his hair at the nape of his neck, gently running it through my fingers.
I pull away, gazing into his honey-fire eyes. “You’ll be pleasuring us all tonight. Remember: sunflower.” I smile sassily. “Now get on your knees, Bryn.”
The heat I feel at my words comes from all three of them, and I smirk at that. Bryn drops gracefully to his knees directly in front of me, gorgeous face bowed, most likely so I don’t see the flash of rebellion in his eyes. Whatever the reason, it’s a gorgeous tableau: him kneeling, head bent, Osmund and Nairna naked and muscled like gods standing behind him, awaiting a word from me.
I step back to Bryn and dig my fingers into his hair, a loose grip but a grip nonetheless. “Surely...you know what I want.”
At my words, he doesn’t hesitate, pressing his face into the apex of my thighs—pausing only long enough to inhale my scent deeply—and burrowing his tongue to my clit. I spread my legs just a bit and he arches lower to get a better angle. I close my eyes and lean my head back, enjoying his mouth.
“Enough,” I eventually order and he looks up, placid. “On the bed.” Bryn stands smoothly, crosses to the bed, and lies down. His easy obedience makes me think he knows I’m well and truly pissed with his continuing to question me, especially because I’ve been obeying him and Ossy when it comes to risking myself.
“Ossy,” I direct, smiling, “on the bed next to him. I want to watch the two of you a bit first.”
“Of course, baby,” he rumbles as he climbs onto the bed and leans down to kiss Bryn. Bryn’s hands go to the back of Ossy’s head, curling under his long braid, as I sidle up to Nairna.
I murmur to her, “Hope you don’t mind that I’ll be directing our first time altogether.”
“I like you taking control, birdie. Much more so than when Bryn does.” She grins and winks at me as Bryn pulls away from Ossy to give her the stink eye.
Ossy, obviously picking up on what I was putting down, twists on the bed to feed Bryn his cock. He gently growls, “You will red out if you need to, Bryn. Do you understand me?” He waits for Bryn’s answering nod as his fingers tangle in Bryn’s hair. “Three taps.” Another tight nod from Bryn.
En groans in desire, having never seen them together before. I slip next to her and palm her breast, though her eyes remain locked on Bryn sucking Ossy’s huge dick.
Ossy’s hips rock gently into Bryn’s mouth. I smile at how careful Ossy’s being with him given that Bryn is laying flat on his back without control.
“You’re to swallow every drop of his seed, Bryn,” I command from my place beside the bed.
I pinch and play with En’s nipples as she pants and wiggles. Her eyes are still locked on the boys. I let my hands tease her a while longer as she enjoys the show the boys are putting on. They are gorgeous as fuck, that is certain. There’s something about the two of them—light and dark, sunny and broody, wide and muscular versus slender and lithe—that always drives me wild. They’re perfect complements to each other. And they’re mine.
Eventually, I’m able to tear my gaze off them and focus fully on Nairna. “En, love, do you want me to eat your pussy?” I grin as I say it, knowing how the dirty words will affect all three of my mates.
A little noise of need escapes her full lips before she answers, “Fuck yes, birdie. Please.”
I fall to my knees, making sure I’m at an angle that allows me to continue watching Bryn and Ossy, whose eyes are closed in pleasure as Bryn’s throat works around his dick. He drops forwards onto his hands and I watch his hips thrust into Bryn’s mouth. I look upwards to see En’s eyes locked on them too.
“He has such beautiful lips, don’t you think?” I ask coyly.
Murmurs of agreement come from both En and Ossy as I place my hands on En’s legs. “Spread for me, love.”
She obeys easily and I press into her roughly, using three fingers inside her as I latch my lips directly over her clit.
“Oh, Goddess,” she squeals as her hips thrust forwards, riding my hand.
I pull my mouth away from her. “That’s right, love. Come for me. I want your pleasure in my mouth as Bryn tastes Ossy’s.” And I dive back to her, working her hard with my fingers as I feel her muscles tense. Without pausing, I flick a glance over to the boys. Ossy seems close, though he’s still being sweetly gentle with Bryn.
It only takes them both a bit longer, and, as though they are keyed into each other with their newfound sexual relationship, they come at the same time: Nairna for me and Ossy for Bryn. En is always loud when she finishes and I love it. My eyes close in satisfaction at their release.
I stand and pull away from En. “Bryn,” I murmur as I approach the bed. Ossy has rolled to lie flat next to Bryn, his eyes closed languidly. “I have need of your mouth,” I purr.
“Of course, my heart. Anything for you.” Bryn's eyes sparkle and his lips turn up in a smile. I lean down and kiss him, our tongues gently exploring, as if we didn't already know every inch of each other. The faint taste of Ossy in his mouth rockets desire through me.
I climb onto my tall bed and straddle Bryn’s head, looking down his body. His hands grab my hips and encourage me to fuck his face.
“Fuck, baby,” Ossy rumbles, laying next to us, watching intently. “I love seeing you ride his tongue. You gonna come for us?”
Oh, apparently he’s decided to talk dirty since Bryn’s mouth is busy. It makes me smile—that is until Bryn’s fingers slide between us to press into me and rub my g-spot. Then I’m rubbing on him harder and moaning.
His lips around my clit and his fingers rubbing inside me push me over the edge. As my back arches, En slips behind me and palms both my breasts, pinching my nipples and letting her soft body mold to mine.
“Good girl,” she murmurs. I can hear the smile in her voice even though I’m lost to my orgasm. “That’s our little queen,” she growls sweetly. “I wonder if I should go grab your strap-on and give you a good fucking.”
I pant, coming down slowly. Between Bryn continuing his attentions and En teasing me, I’m primed to go again.
“No,” Ossy growls in response to En’s statement. I feel En’s body eased away from my back and the cool air feels like a loss. I drop onto my hands, bending forwards over Bryn’s body but pointedly ignoring his—dripping—cock. I look over and Ossy has rolled En onto her back and is eating her pussy like he’s starving. I groan and Bryn slips his tongue inside me. My hips rock back without my intent. But quickly, Ossy moves to me, placing his hand on my back to keep me bent down, and starts licking me alongside Bryn.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, feeling utterly lost and already on the edge of another orgasm.
Ossy gets in a few long licks back to front before he moves down Bryn’s gorgeous naked body and pulls Bryn’s cock into his mouth hungrily. Ossy groans around Bryn’s dick and I watch Ossy’s throat work as he pulls Bryn’s cock into his mouth as far as he can. En rolls up on her side to watch.
“En, love, get Bryn’s balls nice and wet,” I order.
She immediately obeys, making a sound deep in her throat before I see her pink tongue tracing up his sack. Needy slut , I think with a chuckle.
My attention flicks to Bryn. His muscles are all locked tense. “Don’t you dare come, Bryn,” I order.
He’s moaning into me and his hips thrust up into Ossy’s eager mouth. I can tell he’s trying to hold off, to obey.
“Enough.” I murmur it softly, but they all comply. Why don’t they listen this well out of bed?
Ossy gets up and positions himself behind me, hands running up with the lightest touch from my belly to my breasts, to my neck, into my hair, which he gives a little shake, and back down again. He leans into me, and he whispers hoarsely, “Let me take you while you sit on Bryn’s face.”
I instinctively make a sound of desire and rock my hips back into him.
“That’s right, baby. Let me have that pussy. Bryn, work her clit.” His growl is low, commanding, needy. I can only assume, from his behavior, that he’s helping fill the gap of Bryn’s dominance, given that I’m keeping Bryn’s mouth rather busy.
“En,” I snap, unimpressed with the way she’s merely quietly watching. “Get on Bryn’s dick.”
Ossy jerks my hips farther back, running his huge cock up and down my slit. I whimper and press back, mindless. I’m ninety-nine percent sure he slaps Bryn’s face with his dick, but without further warning, he presses inside me swiftly. His huge cock feels perfect buried inside me and I shiver.
I watch hungrily as En lines Bryn’s cock up with her hand, her grey legs spread over him. He moans as she spears herself down roughly.
I smile. She likes gentle but she also likes it hard. Just like the rest of us. She’s perfect. How did I get so lucky? A grind of Ossy’s hips pulls my attention back.
En and I rock, each of us using Bryn’s body for our pleasure. I lean forwards, kissing her, my tongue playing with hers while Ossy takes me from behind, his hand pulling my hips into his lap and onto his cock as Bryn’s tongue flicks my clit. Surely Ossy’s balls are resting on—or more likely, given the fucking I’m receiving, slapping against—Bryn’s face.
It’s a dance and we’re all winding upwards, tighter and tighter, the tension filling the air as we all use Bryn’s body in one way or another. I let my tongue explore En’s mouth as my hands drop to pinch Bryn’s nipples. He makes a strangled sound under me and it makes me clench down on Ossy’s cock. I notice that Bryn has let go of my hips—probably because Ossy has them pulled back hard as he pounds me—and is working En’s nipples.
It makes me smile and my head tips back onto Ossy for a moment before I lean in to capture En’s lips again. Ossy’s big dick is stretching me wide in the most primal and delightful way. I won’t be lasting much longer, and I have the uncanny feeling my mates are all waiting on me.
I command them all with one word. “Come.”
Ossy lets go of his control immediately, thrusting into me harder, and I feel him start to spurt. Nairna takes a few seconds to get there, but she pulls from my kiss to cry out, face to the ceiling, as she comes on Bryn’s cock, her hips working downwards hard. Bryn tongues my clit frantically as he whimpers and thrusts into En, as though he needs me to finish before he can come. Of course, the control freak . His desire to please me pushes me right over the edge and I scream out perhaps the most intense orgasm of my life. Just before my eyes close, I hear Bryn’s moan of pleasure as he shoots inside En.
Some time passes but I’m absolutely limp. I am aware of my mates speaking softly and my body being gently moved, repositioned. Blankets are pulled over me even as I feel Ossy’s seed start to drip down my inner thighs. When I manage to open my eyes, I have no clue if I’ve been drifting for two minutes or twenty, but I’m curled up against Bryn, my pleasure still all over his face and his arms wrapped around me, as En snuggles up against my back and Ossy is curled up protectively around Bryn. My body is loose and relaxed and warm and snuggled. My mates surround me and I can feel their pleasure, their relaxed state, through our bonds. It only strengthens my decisions around the court.
I find Bryn’s hand and intertwine my fingers with his. His eyes open sleepily, a small smile on his face.
“I do need you to kill Declan.”
“Of course, a chroí,” he mumbles. “I love you, sweetheart.”
His eyes slide closed, obviously relaxed and recovering from subspace with the cuddles we are giving. My fingers tighten around his.
“I couldn’t live without you, Bryn.”